Sunday in Valencia

While wandering around the Barrio El Carmen

in Valencia, I happened on a bar called Taberna El Olivo, where people were sitting under a huge olive tree in the middle of a retro neighbourhood.  I was drawn by the laughter that echoed down the narrow streets & where not a word of English was spoken.  I managed to order a glass of red wine but a half uncorked bottle was brought instead with a dish of the most delicious marinated green olives.  I also ordered Bacalao Frito which I knew was something fried, hopefully fish.  When this dish was delivered in a funnel type of cardboard, it was the ultimate in Spanish fish fingers, so tasty & freshly made to order.