I had no idea what to expect from this port but it looked a pretty easy place to wander on one's own so I did not book an organised excursion. Having acquired a map at the port gates I set off in search of the old castle on the hill. Perhaps I would have more luck today!
Here everywhere was well sign posted and I had no trouble at all in navigating my way up the winding paths to the garden surrounding the castle.
On the way I trod my way through what looked like miniature bunches of grapes strewn across the pathways. As I stepped on them they squashed with a satisfying sound and the fragrance of sweet wine pervaded the air.
This climb was easy in comparison to the previous day and I soon found myself in the lower terraces of the garden with spectacular views across the town.
And of Arcadia
For those less able there is a panoramic lift which can be taken from street level to half way up the hill. But this came at a cost and also it did not open until 10am so there was no way I was going to hang around for that.
I took a breather to enjoy the views and was suddenly aware of movement to one side. I glanced down to find a family of peacocks descending on their morning meander.
A couple in the group was a real characters who took great delight in posing for my camera.
Water fountains could be found at various intervals up the hill. But I am not certain I would have been tempted to try them.
The toilets were another matter. Needs must. The Spanish are not known for providing public WCs so when one chances upon one the opportunity must be seized. Here at the castle there was one portaloo type affair. The lock did not work so thank goodness I was the first to arrive at this location. The view from the small high window was lovely!
On hearing voices outside I decided it was time to depart and on opening the door I discovered the organised walking tour from Arcadia had arrived. For once my timing was perfect.
The rest of the morning was spent exploring the narrow alleyways & coming across some pretty bizarre shopfronts.
And a very Grand Hotel
I was looking for an artisans shop which specialised in crafts local to the region - Centro de Artesania de Cartagena. I found it without too much trouble and met Antonio who regailed me with facts about the shop and its artists. He was learning English and took delight in talking to me. The jewellery was fantastic and I treated myself to a copper bracelet made by Jesus Gomez Alegria.
In Cartagena backyards come with Roman remains:
Whilst modern remains become artwork showing the remnants of peoples lives:
The plazas near the harbour are adorned with interesting bronze statues which reminded me of those in the Art Deco town of Napier in New Zealand. A lady contemplating her next purchase:
Some felt a little lonely
And were grateful when company arrived
Others got on with the tasks of the day:
Some just rested - well what can you say!
In the afternoon, from my balcony, I watched the ripples in the marina
And as the sun set on Cartagena we glided out of the harbour.
Next stop Valencia
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