I left the bus in the centre of town at the Queen Isabella Plaza and went looking for the Arabic market.When I found it, all I could see were lanes and lanes of endless shops offering similar mass-produced material.Not for me. Instead I found a café, sat in the plaza near one of the Cathedral doors and sipped a Sangria – watching the world go by.
Instead of walking back to the hotel I went to Elvira Street and found another Syrian restaurant. Enjoyed a lentil soup, and a felafel, hommos and salad plate, with green tea and mint. All of which more or less came at once. Totally delicious and incredibly filling.
My brunch had been some fruit purchased locally and left overs from last night’s dinner eaten sitting in the sun in the grounds of the Alhambra. These Syrian dishes were an early dinner; even as I sit and type, I still don’t feel hungry. And having the luxury of making cups of tea in my room – what more does a traveller need? So the day ends.