In a masterful work of foreshadowing on this blog yesterday, I actually went out for a fish dinner last night, complete with fish heads. We took a lovely stroll up the corniche, right to the end where this hypercolour mosque is
And then turned into a charming little alleyway. We selected our fishes and walked a few steps up to where the restaurant was. One of the things I love about living here is that you don't sit around just waiting for your food getting hungrier and hungrier, because there's always some salad and hommus and baba ganoush to keep you going.
Anyway, the fishies came out, complete with heads (though you can't really see them too well in the picture) and oh the deliciousness!
And yes, our new colleague Ingebjorg was pulling a face to be funny, not at the dear fishies. Unfortunately, the food was somewhat marred by the turtle shells hanging on the walls. After my close encounter with turtle kind earlier this year, it made me sad to see them hanging up there.
But not sad enough to not polish off every last morsel of the fish...