Evening In Tarifa

As it was beginning to cool down, we headed across the bottom tip of Spain to its most southern town, Tarifa on the Atlantic coast. Only 40 minutes away.

Not surprisingly, the town was rammed, it being Saturday, mid-July and the Festival of the Virgin Carmen. Three reasons to stay away, but we thought we'd try.

We drove round and round looking for somewhere to park, and just as we had given up and thought KFC in Algeciras was as good as it was going to get, we found a space.

And quite convenient for the old town too.

So we wandered down the cobbled alleys to the old town and had a delicious and inexpensive supper at Cafe Central. Only thing is, they only took cash and didn't tell anybody. However, there was an ATM close by, so problem solved.

Afterwards, a bit more wandering was called for to let said supper go down a bit before heading home for about 11:30.

We must do it again.

But not on a Saturday.

Nor in July.

And certainly not during a fiesta.