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We had taken a short stroll from our villa on the edge of Pollenca into the heart of the old town on a few occasions since we arrived on Saturday, for the market and a browse around the shops, so we decided to go into town for dinner. We chose a place called Numero Ocho on the main square (it is quite literally number 8 on the Placa Mayor) and my only regret was that it meant other places we tried couldn't quite compare afterward. I'd thoroughly recommend this place to anyone in the Pollenca area.

This is a shot of Karen and Marc after a satisfying dinner and, for Karen at least, a similarly satisfying jug of sangria.