If you just happened to drive past Duncan Yard, in the previously-known-as-Duncan-but-which-is-now-known-as something-else-which-I-can’t-remember Street, you wouldn’t know about the magical little place that lies within its higgledy piggledy, wonky walls.
It is an outdoor maze of little passages, lined with exquisite little shops that sell all manner of interesting, beautiful and tasty things. It was like discovering a little hidden treasure chest of delightful things.
We had lunch under the shady trees in the courtyard at Papas. I had a rather enormous serving of nachos for mains and the most delicious chocolate brownies with ice cream for dessert. It was all too yummy for words.