Sun and sad news
Lorraine and I heard the upsetting news today that Andros had died. An email from Sophie, saying that the funeral would be held next Tuesday. I shall of course be going to it, although as it is the first day back at school, as headteacher Lorraine won't be able to.
Otherwise we had a lazy day today. When we eventually crawled out of bed, we sauntered down for breakfast in the Salon du té. It was our hottest day so far, and the super stylish manageress, who seems to have taken a liking to Lorraine, gave us a plate of baklava sweetened with honey. Delicious stuff. We did not seek out museums or art galleries today, but decided to get our travel sorted and mooched up to the station and bought tickets (remarkably easily by simply explaining in Spanish that I didn't have Spanish) for Saturday. The timings for the journey are going to be tight however.
Instead after a walk we spent lots of time basking by the pool, reading and unwinding. Then another evening walk in the heat, walking around town and sitting in a bar near the river, and drank a toast to Andros, although he would undoubtedly preferred coffee. We walked about, crossing over the beautiful river. Eventually we went to the La Fragua restaurant opposite our hotel, neither of us was hungry, but I had a tasty rice dish.
Below another doorway outside the Mesquita, the shop that we buy our water from (which always makes me think of my friend the super bizarre Richard Fleming) my lovely wifey on the Puente Romano, the Roman Bridge, as part of our evening stroll, and the Puenta de Miraflores, back over the river, which we crossed when we got to it.
Otherwise we had a lazy day today. When we eventually crawled out of bed, we sauntered down for breakfast in the Salon du té. It was our hottest day so far, and the super stylish manageress, who seems to have taken a liking to Lorraine, gave us a plate of baklava sweetened with honey. Delicious stuff. We did not seek out museums or art galleries today, but decided to get our travel sorted and mooched up to the station and bought tickets (remarkably easily by simply explaining in Spanish that I didn't have Spanish) for Saturday. The timings for the journey are going to be tight however.
Instead after a walk we spent lots of time basking by the pool, reading and unwinding. Then another evening walk in the heat, walking around town and sitting in a bar near the river, and drank a toast to Andros, although he would undoubtedly preferred coffee. We walked about, crossing over the beautiful river. Eventually we went to the La Fragua restaurant opposite our hotel, neither of us was hungry, but I had a tasty rice dish.
Below another doorway outside the Mesquita, the shop that we buy our water from (which always makes me think of my friend the super bizarre Richard Fleming) my lovely wifey on the Puente Romano, the Roman Bridge, as part of our evening stroll, and the Puenta de Miraflores, back over the river, which we crossed when we got to it.
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