It was a dull, grey morning with an occasional spit of rain thrown in so, after a leisurely breakfast using up the last of our three-euros-for-five-kilos naranjas (oranges), we decided to drive off to the nearby coastal towns in search of brighter weather. We headed for Denia, wondering about drifting down the coast through Xavier and Moraira to end up, once again, in Calpe.
We found a parking spot in Denia but life was still grey and overcast so we went to investigate its indoor market hall. There were some interesting fish stalls, though “they” do seem to be vacuuming some extremely small fish out of the Med. I guess that’s mostly what’s left but it’ll be an underwater desert before long if that keeps up. Quite a few of the market stalls are German, which was a bit of a surprise. Clearly, es gibt viellen Deutsche in Denia. Certainly, German and English seemed to be the most prevalent languages.
Rather than stick to our plan of trogging down the coast in the continuing drizzle and gloom, we decided to take refuge in an appealing restaurant for a few tapas: bread and olive oil; carpaccio of beef; grilled shellfish and lamb meatballs, all went down well with a couple of copas de vino tinto.
Time to return and release el perrito from prison.