The sky's been overcast but the temperatures remain high. The humidity is quite debiliating, and for the first time we're needing to use the ceiling fans in the house to keep cool at night. We did make an effort to go out for lunch again today, travelling to Torrox Pueblo, which Clare hadn't visited before. Although it's several hundred metres up above the sea, it was equally hot and humid up there, so we took refuge in a relatively cool bar on the main square for a meal that included fried aubergines slices dressed with molasses and salt, plus albondigas, a meat ball speciality.
We walked the streets for an hour afterwards, finding some remnants of its ancient buildings threaded among nineteenth and twentieth century streets. This mediaeval arab trading town expanded greatly as a result of its large suger refinery in the nineteenth century, and then again due to tourism and the influx of German and English expatriate residents in the later twentieth. Torrox proclaims itself to have the best climate in Spain, but on a day like this, you have to wonder.
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