You Say Sandwich, We Say Yeah!

The way they taunt you from every corner bakery . . . . . . Made a mistake and got one from an upscale bakery. Worst sandwich offering in a week . . .   . . . But recovered by buying all the sandwich ingredients at a small market for a fraction of the price including some tomato and onion to kick it up a notch, plus smoky bacon chips! 

Because McDonalds was not yet open, we had to eat at the airport. One last dip into Portuguese style sandwiches of breaded veal or chicken, a salmon sandwich was also picked up, and some unidentifiable sandwich that was not breaded meat was also purchased for variety. I ate the breaded thing, and the other two were for Millie on her journey. She later said the salmon was also bad, after a bad unidentified earlier offering, but my context appropriate breaded meat offering was just fine. I recall fancy plastic seating overlooking a few airport shops, and feeling very 60s Mod, I sat there nursing these sandwiches in my fatigue zone.