Juan's

This is the meeting place of the Breakfast Club.

Each Saturday and Sunday morning, the various dog-walking members congregate here for café and tostada and a chin-wag.

Some discuss the latest footie, others their increasing aches and pains and yet others put the world to rights.

Café society at its best, I can tell you!

Various bits of this ancient chiringuito fall off from time to time. The outside floor has just been replaced and today we told Juan it looked as though he was putting in a dance floor.

He just smiled in his rather toothless, octogenarian way. 

I expect to see a glitter ball hanging from the ceiling any time now.