(after taking the advice of a little shop gallery owner who we visited instead of going to the Picasso museum) The Uber driver dropped us off at the beginning of the street, which at a glance seemed like a quaint, quiet town. We browsed through some shops, wishing we had larger suitcases or a way to carry more things home. All the while, we were searching for the restaurant that Elizabet had told us about (see the post about her here) .  Eventually, we rounded a corner and