Ruzafa Market

Mr P and I had hoped for a long lie this morning after our busy day yesterday, but unfortunately the building works next door started up again. After my Pilates class, we escaped to the market to get more cheese. We call the lovely lady we buy it from, Señora Queso (not to her face obviously).
We treated our letting agent (she’s also been dealing with all the building work) to lunch at our local fish restaurant and then later in the afternoon, Mr P and I headed into the centre for drinks on the Corte Ingles rooftop terrace.