Our campsite last night was a bit shabby - lots of lush tropical plants everywhere, but it felt a bit run down. Still, it was cheap (€15), and we loaded and unloaded the water, and emptied the loo. And then got back to our current home-from-home, our Estepona marina car park.
It was still sunny, but very windy today - a warm wind, from Africa; we could see the Rock of Gibraltar and the matching peaks of the Atlas Mountains opposite from the beachfront promenade. It wasn't a beach day, so we decided to visit the Old Town, which is an enormous warren of winding white streets, some cobbled, some with marble pavements, and all lined with flowerpots - spectacularly, each little lane specialises in a different colour. At one crossroads we could see a yellow lane, a blue lane, a purple lane and a red lane all intersecting: not just the same hue but the exact same shade. Really stunning, such a great effect (I've no idea how they enforce it).
Jemima asleep after the wandering, Kevin and I took the opportunity for a grown up tapas lunch at a proper locals place. One of our best meals: spicy prawns pil-pil sizzling in oil; even spicier patatas bravas; the local speciality, fried baby squid; peppers stuffed with seafood; fried avocado with black honey; and shavings of ambrosial iberico ham. Yum. Then a wander back via the playpark; a quiet afternoon; a pancake in our favourite cafe (Jemima introducing 2 year old Maya to the Octonauts); and back to Beatrix for dinner. The weather's supposed to get colder tomorrow so we may have to move on - the last few days have been weather-driven, we're trying to postpone the return to colder weather (we've seen the forecast in the UK...). But we've been surprised by how much we've loved Estepona for itself.
The promenade:
The Old Town:
Jemima spotted Stick Man in the playpark (for Julia Donaldson fans):
Still in Estepona:
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