Castillo

We girded our loins for a bit of hill-climbing with churros at Casa Aranda, near the central market, and then worked our way from the wonderful Moorish Alcazaba – kind of a smaller, more personable version of Granada’s Alhambra – up the steep and slightly perilous ascent to the Castillo. This is a somewhat more rugged affair, it’s thick walls and ramparts more exposed and merciless in the Southern Spanish sunshine – luckily there was a shady bar to relax in with a café con leche before the descent. Afterwards we went to the Picasso Museum, which had an excellent exhibition of work by the London School painters – Bacon, Freud, Kossoff,  Auerbach and Kitaj, amongst others – as well as all the Picasso stuff (Beck and I both decided we’re not massive fans, though that’s possibly a heinous opinion in this neck of the woods – PP is definitely one of Malaga’s favourite sons, despite only living here for a fairly short time.) Despite a fairly long siesta back at the hotel we weren’t really back out on the town late enough to fall into line with Spanish eating habits but luckily we managed to find a nice café-restaurant by the Cathedral that was happy to serve an early meal of paella and albondigas to an uncultured group of hungry English...


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