No entry in my diary.
I remember that I liked RIbadesella. But we ate lunch at a posh fish restaurant C. Manuel Caso de la Villa, where both the staff and the customers where unfriendly.
There was football on TV, but it was much more fun to look at the children playing ball on Plaza Nueva. We had booked a nice hostel but had to wait before they opened for us. Linda had a swim at the nice Playa de la Atalaya.
A church somewhere.
A church somewhere.
Somebody was inspired.
Somebody was inspired.
Detail.
Detail.