21_05_09

More lovely sailing.

We find a protected bay.

Sitting behind houses.

Spain really is a religious country.

Well framed.

We find monuments everywhere we go.

We once sit next to Zilveren Maan.

The golden hour.

It shines and shines and shines.

Just how many lotions and potions does Iain need.

Palma, home of extravagant architecture.

Who says that France reigns champion in the patisserie stakes?

A different view.

Vaulted streets give relief from the sun.

These are 1000’s of years old.

Talk about a clinical museum.

Neighbours in Palma are forced to get on.

A church to the deity of money. The old exchange.

Vaulted streets lead to amazing places.

There are churches and churches and then this.

Looking up.

Ruffian sits in the setting sun.

Yet another sunset.

Not the prettiest of backdrops.

The north side of Mallorca and yet more huge cliffs.

Iain getting all orthodontic.

We have a problem.

Sanctuary in Port de Soller.

Things are starting to get busy. Well busy’ish.

The last meal.

Iain sports the fashionable ‘post dental’ look.