Simple pleasures

We've got this holidaying thing down to a fine art now: the art of doing nothing much at all.

At lunch - outside the Taverna Floriana, with the beautifully painted walls - I daringly order a dish with salsiccia e bagloss (at least, I think that's what it was: I just remember the word reminded me of Bagpuss). I know it's sausage and something, but what's the mystery ingredient? This leap into the unknown turned out to be cheese. Tasty, but a bit tame compared to the platter of unidentified fish Mo had chosen.

Later, George has me puzzled with references to "his fishy thing" which turns out to be a tin of sgombro (mackerel) which he insisted Mo bought. Sometimes it doesn't take much to make him happy.