I got lost on purpose-adjacent terms: I knew roughly where the sea was and decided that was enough navigation for one day.
The alley I chose for its bougainvillea ended at a tiny market — four stalls, one of them a pyramid of oranges, one of them frying something that made the whole street lean in. A shared table appeared. Lunch happened to me rather than the other way around.
The case for wandering hungry
Phones have made being lost optional, which is exactly why it is worth choosing. Leave the blue dot behind for one afternoon and let an appetite do the routing. The city will feed you somewhere the reviews have never been.