So here we are in Granada, having flown here on possibly the tiniest plane I’ve ever travelled in. Sadly the band played here yesterday though we walked through the square where they performed last night. We are going to try and make their concert tomorrow night but, due to a misprint in our already scant details, we’re not quite sure where in Andalusia they’re going to be.
Supper of cold cuts, creamy cheese and chilled beer. Just as well because it’s very, very hot here. Then a stroll through the old town. There don’t seem to be many foreign tourists here, it’s mainly locals taking their dogs out for an evening airing. And then I saw the labrador puppy who didn’t seem to belong to anyone. I can’t bear it when I see puppies who aren’t cared for.