After breakfast (which was yummy), we headed back to the station and off to Malaga. It’s a really easy journey from here and is only 25 minutes door to door. Again, being a bit brief, we started at the main city market (I love a market). A few things stuck out for us. Boxes and boxes of giant white berries. A.k.a. White strawberries! We also marvelled at the size of the tomatoes and radishes which were whoppers. The other thing was the number of stalls selling ready-to-go smoothies and milkshakes. 

From here we made our way to the Cathedral and spent time ambling around listening to the audio tour. There was a specific story related to each of the 18 mini chapels dotted around the exterior walls. But by the end of the tour it felt like overkill. But it was interesting learning about the significance of each. Once we exited through the bookshop into the garden, we waited for the roof-top tour to begin at 13:00hrs. We weren’t sure if we wanted to do it but were glad we did as it provided some stunning views over the city.

View from the cathedral roof overlooking the harbour

Once we’d made our way back down the narrow spiral staircase and descended the 200+ steps we were in need of lunch and a little rest. Our hopes of finding a baguette shop were dashed, as the eateries around us were wall-to-wall tapas bars. We “made do” with a round of drinks and a very tasty ham, mush and mozzarella pizza which we shared. 

Exploring the streets led us down to the harbour, where two very swanky yachts were moored. I reckon they were in the region of 5-10M each, maybe moor. 🙂  

Our path from the harbour led us past the bull-ring and back towards our homeward train. But en route we walked through a rose garden. I have no doubt it’d be very beautiful when it was in flower (we were far too early). I did notice the labels describing each rose used English names. And I recognised 80% of them. I wasn’t sure if that made me an old fogie, or very knowledgeable!

On our way back to the train we stumbled on a Nespresso store. As Char was considering a Nespresso at one point I took us all in there and blagged a free coffee from them. I figured it’d be a good way to prevent her from wondering how it compared to her Tassimo machine.  Overall a fun day, which was made better by using a train as it saves the need to mess about with car parks and brave the mad local city drivers, who all drive on full throttle. Not quite as bad as Italians but they’re up there for sure.