Sup up your beer and collect your fags....

....there's a row going on down near Soller.......

Well, we rolled into town this afternoon after an uneventful flight to Mallorca...that's Majorky to you and me. The train/tram thing to Soller (pronounced sawyer as in Tom with an A at the end) is a delightful rickety, rackety affair, but at least their tram works. Sollergirl was lying in wait for us on the platform but I didn't clock her until she appeared from behind her camera viewfinder.

We were quickly whisked down to quirkily named Cafe Paris in the Plaça for the first of many café con leches and a gossip.

First impressions; the town, natives and weather are very interesting and worth study. Best bit of the day Ben (Sollergirl's son) and Owen greeting each other like Stanley and Livingstone with a formal handshake.