Molly Malone In Lecce

When a traveler (tinker in 🇮🇪, zingara in 🇮🇹) was hungry at 1:30am and lost in Lecce, the sign of the 🪉 lit my way and offered me not only gracious hospitality, but a near perfect mix on a wet cold night…a pint of guiness, an Italian panino, and a chance to warm up and share a story or two. Folks, you won’t find a kinder place in Lecce. Bring a small gift and tell them Tomás sent you. You’ll thank me, as I thank them 💚