Sunny afternoon

An overcast morning, so perfect for going down town and looking at white goods. The gaff needs a new fridge. Though all we bought was a chamois. You can’t have too many of those.
Back at midday and the clouds blew away. So that was that. Though we did come across a new restaurant in the evening which had the best tuna I think I’ve ever eaten. And enlivened by that we stepped on, to have a carajillo and be serenaded by a little trio playing traditional songs. After a while I began to realise how every one sounded so similar to Guantanamera. And then they finished. With Guantanamera.