The Palace of Alcazar took up most of the day.
But first the obligatory coffee shop was hit.
This one did what the Spainsh like to have for breakfast. Which is Lovely hot chocolate, about the size of a double espresso with Churros. The Churros are -- as you can see form the picture -- oval shaped, hand sized, made from a fried light donut batter, warm loveliness. Very addictive. Dee did the ordering -- coz I guilted her into it -- and it's becoming plain to all that the Spanish do NOT speak English, and why should they. Having it easy in Portugal has made us soft.
The translation book has been used a lot. It has been fun and it seems, if you try they seem to be happy and helpful.

The Palace is an amazing mix of Moorish and Christian arts and crafts. Unfortunately none of the pictures will do it justice, it's impossible.

After the walk around -- the kids were very patient -- we found the restaurant Robles by accident.
Took the plunge and ordered Tapas. Surprising how such a small amount of food can fill you up.
It was a varied selection and very good. Sorry about the after picture again. We, sorry, I am getting worse as times goes by.
The Spanish take there food VERY seriously and I mean VERY. One guy got really MAD due to

this plonkers kids making too much noise. They were brats. In Canada we would have stared and tried to use our none offensive telepathy to get the parents to get the kids to SHUT UP. Not this guy, he had the backing of the restaurant, you could tell. The kids shut up and the parents weren't happy.

As we headed home the clouds really opened up and we all got soaked wet through. It has become the norm, ah well.

The main shopping area was only about 80% of yesterday, but still nuts!

We are unsure about tomorrow. Maybe have to go back to the coffee shop, just to make sure the Churros were as good as we thought they were. Travelling is hard.

Ciao.