Cadiz was a completely different vibe after
Cordoba.
Partly it was the temperature difference. Cordoba was the other side of 30oC, while Cadiz, being on the coast, was a good 5-10 degrees cooler.
In Cordoba we had a walk through little twisty streets and looked at flowery courtyards. In Cadiz, we stayed pretty much along the main streets which were much broader.
On the other hand, they are not broad enough for tourist coaches when you're sent on diversions. Coach driver earned every penny that day.
The Diario de Cadiz is a local newspaper. I just liked the building.
This is a view of the Plaza del la Cathedral and the "new" cathedral.
This is a shot of the back of the old cathedral, taken from the amphitheatre.
For those who don't know, my Spanish is terrible. In my defence, I never studied it at school, so it's me using a phrase book and some guessing. The other problem is that the Romance language I did study at school was French, so I start sentences with Spanish intentions but they descend into French with unfortunate speed.
So, when we got lost on the way to the amphitheatre, I was quite pleased I managed to make myself understood enough to get us to where we wanted to go.
My fondness for Roman history meant that I wanted to visit, and it's worth it (free entry).
I have walked where Caesar watched.
It still makes me quite giddy.
(Yes, before L says anything, my fondness for Roman archaeology has since caused much misery. I regret nothing.)
After lunch, we walked round a little more and found the Plaza de España and the monument to the Constitution of 1812. We didn't have quite enough time to explore it thoroughly, so Cadiz is also on the "I want to go back" list.
Three photos of the monument in question
A view of the other side of the monument:
With that it was back to the hotel in Seville for the last time.
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