When you travel a lot, you develop the most abstruse habits. This also affects my shopping habits. If you sit in the same city for the twelfty-third time and have either seen just about everything there is to see or don’t feel like seeing anything at all, the day has to be filled with other things. There are the Swedish cinnamon rolls, which have to be brought by the only baker of confidence (and only there!) in Stockholm, or the hand-rolled fresh goat cheese raviolis from Mamma Lucia’s pasta shops (and only there!) in Turin, or the summer wardrobe, which is collected piece by piece from favourite clothes shops worldwide.
Well, and when I need sea salt, I always get it from Mallorca. Decadent, for sure, yes, but that’s the way it is. White bread, butter and a little Flor de Sal from Es Trenc crumbled on top – simply delicious!
On the way to the beach of Es Trenc, there are the salt pools of Flor de Sal d’Es Trenc with a factory outlet, where I bought a good deal. But the salt can be bought everywhere on the island and elsewhere – if one does not make it to Es Trenc. But only here you can have a close look at the salt works and chill in the cosy courtyard with best coffee.