Walked into town for some bits and pieces from the Ferreteria, which loosely translates to Ironmongers.

On the way in, we passed Mike on the return leg of his daily pilgrimage to the bike repair shop. He’s on his way back and still on foot. Despite being determined to just collect whatever was left of the bike, so they can head off to Gibraltar, it seems it’s now in even more pieces and the technician is nowhere to be found. Apparently he’s in Sevilla for the weekend.

On the way back from town, Moe spotted some Sketcher shoes.

Later in the day, she realised Alison had found the same shop an hour later and bought the same pair – although a different colour!