You Can't Get There From Here

This little village is so charming that it is hard for me to describe. At times I have thought it is like a Spanish version of the seaside community where the series "Doc Martin" is filmed.

Today I had a flash that it was like the Village in the 1960s television series "The Prisoner." Perhaps it is just like it is and nothing else. Whatever, it is delightful.

Today we had a number of options: rent a scooter again, hike out to the light house at the southern end of the bay, or simply return to the beach where we went yesterday. We opted for the last, but not before going out to breakfast at a seaside bistro and then returning to a little store where Jayne saw a skirt she wanted to buy. We knew we had to return to the hotel to get our swimming gear, so we took the long way back and explored some back lanes, ending up at the hilltop church that gives this place such a unique profile and the municipal museum

where there was a Salvador Dali display of photographs that were well worth the viewing. What a character that guy was! One photograph showed him with wires attached to his trademark mustache with a helicopter hovering overhead, almost as if they were going to pull him aloft by his upper lip. We did eventually return to the beach where I got back into the sea and enjoyed a cool dip in the water. It is neither cold nor hot, and there are strange fish colored gold and black flitting around your legs as you stand in the water, occasionally stopping to nibble at you. A strange sensation indeed.

Tonight we are going out to dinner again, our last night, by exploring a little lane that is lined with bistros that don't seem to open until at least 7:30 pm. I bought the bus tickets for our trip to Figueres tomorrow, so we are all set to go to that town and check out the main Dali museum. I think I like this guy.