A humid night, waking up to thunder storms from six. We breakfasted at Cafe Flor across the Paseo de Reding from the hotel. Clare had tortilla and I have a huge bacon baguette. The heavens opened while we were eating, and I found the pavements very slippery thereafter. I didn't realise until I examined my shoes later how the tread had almost entirely worn off. I'd have been fine if I'd changed into sandals, but I didn't and as a result, our walk around the streets of the old town felt unnervingly precarious.
We went to see if 'La Casa Invisible' community project in the old town was still operational, and it seems it is, thought it's closed Mondays. We had coffee in 'Dulces Dreams' a gourmet coffee shop jut around the corner, opposite Dos Martires Church, then meandered back through the streets to the Cathedral. It was too crowded with tourists to be worth the effort of visiting, so we headed back to the hotel for a rest before lunch with Rosella at the same restaurant where were ate last night. It's four years since we last had a face to face chat. Just after we met at the hotel, we bumped into Fr Louis, the present chaplain of Malaga as we crossed the road. It was a pure chance meeting, and a welcome opportunity to make contact with him. He didn't join us for lunch as he was on his way to the gym.
After we parted company with Rosella, we rested for a while, then went for a walk along the port and into the Old Town for another walk around, with a drink and slice of delicious carrot cake to crown the day. All in all we walked over fourteen kilometres, before a picnic supper and even earlier than usual bed, given a five o'clock ride to the airport in the morning.
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