Postcard from Malaga
And how to eat like a Malagueño
I’ve been so carried away swanning around Malaga this week that I didn’t write the post I intended about what ‘retirement’ feels like 3 months on but actually it rather proves my point that life has changed.
Not least ‘cos I missed a couple of major retailer tastings which added to the general feeling of playing hooky.
I don’t think I’ve been away mid September for about 15 years, if not longer but it’s actually one of the nicest times to visit the Med, still summery but not blisteringly hot.
It’s a city I’ve loved since I first discovered it six or seven years ago thanks to my friends Thane and Bob who have a flat there, craftily with only one bedroom so they can’t accommodate the endless succession of friends who would no doubt like them to put them up.
We stayed in a very civilised central hotel, the Larios, in the main shopping street which unfortunately contains a state of the art branch of Massimo Dutti which is currently one of my favourite places to shop, being a million times more stylish than M & S at roughly the same price. This pleated skirt, for example, was just under 50 euros, albeit still an affordable £59.99 in the UK. I also succumbed to a bag and a belt.
One of the lovely things about Malaga is that it’s not Marbella or any of the other more touristy resorts down on the Andalucian coast. It attracts tourists, sure, but it’s mainly Spanish you hear all around you including in the fabulous central market which, like the one in Valencia I visited earlier this year will make you weep with envy at the range and quality of vegetables and seafood.
