Day Thirty Three: Cat in the Rain

t is days like this that I often think of Hemmingway;s "Cat in the Rain". Except this is Spain, not Italy.  Our window faces not the sea nor a war monument and there is no cat down below. But it is raining.
Not much to do when it rains and is cold like it is today. We will eat a couple of meals and maybe find a place to shelter besides or hotel room, but for now that is where I am. We slept in late and then went for Churros and Chocolate. At least that is what Linda and I had. Mary Ann had Cafe au lait in a whiskey glass. Don't know why they served it that way. We walked looking for Benedril for Mary Ann, Success, and nail clipper for me, No success. We walked also looking for an umbrella for me and ran into the Saturday Market which is inside. It was crowed with people doing their shopping for the weekend. Europeans tend to but their vegetables and such each day as needed. Same with the meat for the evening meal. Keeps it fresh.

 Mary Ann walking past one of the many fish mongers.
As we are leaving I see umbrellas for sale and buy one. This is on the theory that if I buy an umbrella, the rain will stop. We shall see.

Long sleepy afternoon. This is what it looked like from our window. Now if this had been at the beginning of the trip, we would be out and about. But now we choose to rest. We need to eat so return to the cafes and restaurants we could not get into because of the party last night. Tonight we are luckier. Nice Italian restaurant in an old building.

 Inside the restaurant.

 Ditto.

 And some more.

The three of us after dinner. Our waiter Juan gave us some good places to eat and drink in Valencia since he used to live and work there. we shall see.

THey have thrown the puppets from last night in Jail. So sad.

And locked up the royalty.

Tomorrow we head south to Valencia for three days as our journey draws to a close.

Did I mention that Mary Ann once had a dress like the lady in the restaurant?