Deserted holiday resorts on a very cloudy day are *so* depressing.
So, before leaving the Mediterranean coast and heading inland, I followed the locals’ lead – and headed inside for a quick coffee.
A fine taste in music they had in Nico’s too – my coffee was serenaded by the one and only Jimmy Somerville.
One of the lasting memories of my time in Spain (it’s just a pity that it ended when it did, because I was *so* close to Torremolinos – and had been practicing my best Marc Almond impersonation – to shout as I ran along the beach singing excerpts from “Memorabilia”).
