White villages

So, we're in Vejer de la Frontera, and it's a white town. In bright sunlight it's blindingly white, to be honest. But beautiful.

This is a street just by where we're staying. Mrs BH pointed out the bull in the middle of the overhanging thingymabob - I hadn't spotted it until she mentioned it.

Life's tough on holiday... sat on the roof for a few hours, read and read and read, drank some, went to the supermarket for provisions, sat on the roof some more. Busy busy busy.