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| - I don't like to be told what to do; nevertheless, what if the order was given by a roaring Portuguese mamasota with a slice of cheese in her hand?
After wondering around the premises, a lady making business took us under her wing, stole us from another more shy girl, gave us 2 samples of different cheese while asking if we liked wine -after our affirmation-, she proceeded to give us more slices and screamed to us : "no sharing" when we tried to get half of the 3rd sample: yes boss!
That lady made my day more colorful. When I go to a street market that clamorous, didactic, welcoming feeling is the treatment I expect. Sellers screaming good deals, samples of the best of the west, good sense of humor, and why not, maybe some double sense phrases!
The quality of the cheeses is remarkable, at least of those we acquired: cabra al vino and 12 month manchego.
I've been in this store before and the image of good quality hasn't changed.
Say cheese!
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