Cala Deia

We'd decided on Monday for a trip to Deia, which as luck would have it, was the first cloudy day. Still, it was warm enough for a swim. The beach was quiet but a guy who'd been in swimming came out with a jellyfish sting. And then the only other person swimming came out with a stung hand. Two out of two was a high enough success rate to dissuade me from taking the plunge.
Instead it was a fine lunch at the place overlooking the cove. And an evening of riotous card games.