We started the day with the beach again. Two days in a row. That was new. I used my time well and started with another book ‘Don’t Want to Miss a Thing‘ by Jill Mansell which I got in the hotel guest library. The library is quite a big book case with four double rows of books and unfortunately on our way from or to the room. To make things worse there are always new books. Am not sure how this will end…
Annemarie meanwhile went for her walk on the beach. Once she was back we decided the beach was not so great today. There was a cool breeze and it was slightly overcast.
We agreed on a trip to Malaga with a visit to the Picasso Museum. Once we arrived in Malaga we noticed a blue carpet had been rolled out in the pedestrian zone just waiting for us to strut along.
But first things first and we started with ice cream before doing anything else. The place where we bought it also offered traditional Spanish cakes including these ones.
Having so restored ourselves to our usual springy and zippy selves we continued to get to know the city. We started with the Cathedral of Malaga also called La Manquita (the one armed) because the second tower is unfinished. As usual lack of money is to blame for this feature.
Inside it is 41 meters high. The sheer size of it was overwhelming.
From there it was just a short walk to the Picasso museum. Picasso was born in Malaga in 1881 and although his family left already in 1891, never came back and he tried all his life to loose his Andalusian accent, the city is fiercely proud of its famous son.
No pictures were allowed inside thus you have to be content with this one.
On the way to the catwalk street we stopped for some more pictures.
Once there we figured we hadn’t done our duty in Malaga so far and went shopping. As elaborated the other day we all have to do our part. Problem is I have to carry it home. Yours, Pollybert