Pollenca Senorita

Off on the service bus again to Pollenca.  C'an Picafort to Porto de Pollenca, then change for Pollenca. 

A friend of ours goes there almost every year, and had told us how lovely it was, but even so I was taken aback by the beauty of the inland town's old buildings, churches and cobbled streets, where years of pedestrians had worn the pebbles smooth and shiny.

A church perched at the top of a hill, accessible only by climbing 365 steps.  Thank goodness there was a tiny café up there too, where we stopped and drank a cold beer in the shade, while watching the many cats emerge from the fringes of pine trees, to lie in patches of sun. 

Back down at street level we had a wander through the narrow little streets, buying a few small gifts to take home.  This wonderful little craft shop had some lovely artwork for sale, but unfortunately, it was never going to fit into 'carry-on' luggage!