Malaga

Tuesday and breakfast is a bit better today - scrambled eggs as opposed to yesterday's overcooked boiled eggs...

My vegetarianism is under some strain, as it usually is in Spain. Met up with the rep and booked a car for tomorrow and Wednesday with the intention of visiting Ronda tomorrow...

We walked up through the Tuesday market - it was the usual fare and pretty boring - only the CDs held any interest for me but I couldn't be tempted...

We took the bus to Malaga and I listened to the Jukebox while Anne read. Pretty good that it was only the second time I'd used it since setting off - says a lot about the lack of noise in the hotel at night - I often have to use the music to block out noises to allow me to sleep...

A good selection too - Bowie, Eno, Coltrane, Rheostatics, The Cure and some trance tunes from the latest Ministry of Sound collection...

The weather was overcast, which always gets Anne down, and to make matters worse we stayed on the bus right to the bus station rather than getting off at the old town...

After a quick walk round a soul-less shopping mall we walked back to the old town, and the weather brightened up...

Into the fruit, meat and fish market and we bought a kilo of strawberries for just one euro twenty - around 90p..

...then stopped at an outside cafe for coffee and churros - like strips of a very long donut and delicious with a little sugar...

We made our way to the square where Picasso's birthplace is situated and ate some strawberries in the now hot and sunny conditions...

Then we went down to the castle and paid the couple of pounds entry fee- it's had a lot of work done to it since we were last here and is well worth the money...

It gives some spectacular views out over the old town and harbour and, like much Andalucian architecture, is a mixture of moorish and christian cultures...

Back down in the town we found our way thru the back door of the Picasso museum but were ejected on trying to enter the courtyard cafe due to our lack of tickets...

It looked nice though...

We found a little street cafe just down from the Picasso museum and had a beer and a house salad before making our way back to the bus...

We were just in time to catch the one before that which we'd intended to take, getting us home 45 minutes earlier than planned...

As we boarded the bus, a white pigeon which must have been stunned by a passing vehicle, stood in the middle of the carriageway as car after car drove over its head without making contact...

As we pulled away it was still there and I'd like to think that, as the traffic cleared when the lights changed, it made its way to the pavement and safety but I'll never know...

After dinner we spent some time sitting in yet another cafe watching the world go by..

But .my mind kept drifting back to the fate of the little bird...