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https://flavorsandsenses.com/wp-content/uploads/2026/04/coro25-23.jpg1200800In the morning I was in Slovenia. There was frost on the hotel windows and breakfast — magnificent as it was — ended up carrying that particular flavour of things eaten without hunger, simply because the journey demanded it and the produce was too good not to make the most of. Between car and plane,…