Cádiz
Infamous as we are for being late, without the external discipline of living in a community and the impact it has on others we are feeling its full effect. We have been wanting to visit the restored Roman village of Baelo Claudia, an hour down the road for a week now. Yesterday we agreed that we would make every effort to go in good time as they close at three thirty in the afternoon. We drove out the gate at one thirty meaning that we would only have an hour once we arrived so yet again we had to abandon our plans - nuff said.![]() |
Castle of Santa Catalina parade ground |
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Gun embrasure view of Cádiz |
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Relics of the turbulent past abound. |
Instead we headed for Cádiz to have a look around. Old Cádiz had the most appeal so we drove around a little in the town then parked in the same carpark as I had with my Mum and visited the local fortifications dating from the sixteenth century, the Castle of Santa Catalina next to the carpark.
It is exquisitely beautiful, with, as we discovered, a dark past. Being a weekday we pretty much had the place to ourself except for a startled artist in what we discovered are artist rooms after Roman burst in.

Local pharmacy only he three flu vaccinations in stock so maybe tomorrow?
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