Cadiz, Spain, where Byron stayed in 1809. ‘Cadiz, sweet Cadiz! ... Cadiz is the most delightful town I ever beheld …’
Near the city walls, I stop for coffee and churros …
… watch passersby …
… then, as last year, meander towards the flea market looking for pictures.
The vendors always make for a shot or two …
… as do the customers …
… and the merchandise is sometimes worth a browse. For instance, El Ruedo (‘The Bullring’) a now defunct weekly magazine from the height of the Franco era in 1963.
Perhaps not El Exorcismo, which sits uneasily next to Enid Blyton.
I go on a monochrome bender.
