I had to content myself with reading the office of the day on this fiesta, and not go looking for a Mass to attend at the Iglesia San Juan in the Old Town, as I had Owain to attend to. I wasn't sure if there's be anything out of the ordinary which would interest him, in the wake of last weekend's liturgical busyness in the ancient barrios. The place is so full of visitors from near and far away, as European school summer holidaymakers arrive, and there is only so much that local police and security services can handle.
After Owain enjoyed another swim, mid-morning while it was still cool, with the promise of yet another spell of 35 degree C heat later on, we went to the Alcazaba Palace, a first for him. As a visit to the Alhambra Palace in Granada is impossible on this visit, it's a fair consolation. Malaga's Alcazaba with its garden fountains, court yard pools and stream running down the main path, is a very pleasant place to be.
Being early meant it wasn't crowded. Rather than climb to the Gibralfaro fortress with the sun high in the sky, we returned for lunch and a siesta, then made the ascent early evening before Owain's second swim of the day and supper at the Chirunguito Cachalote on the Playa la Malagueta. This was a pleasant place to eat, cooling down earlier along this stretch, as the sun gets masked by sea front high rise blocks. We drank a decent Rosado house wine and ate a dozen and a half grilled sardinas between us. plus a big bowl of salad. A good place to take Mum when she comes in ten days time, Owain remarked.