A wonderful day in old San Juan, built by the Spanish and largely ignored by the Americans.
We started with breakfast at the Bombonera. The Mallorcas on the menu were translated as “Spanish Danish” and turned out to be spiralled, toasted rolls stuffed with ham and cheese and finished off with a liberal amount of powdered sugar. Delicious.
There was also a highly efficient juicer that was a joy to watch.
Then to the Cathedral, which seems to have been started just minutes after Columbus first landed, and up and down the blue-cobbled streets admiring the buildings, shopping the outlets, and planning lunch.
The Crone got a new purse, which, with its lime green satin lining and other colorful charms, might have been made just for her–odd that this was not a best selling line…
A mojito and some tapas at El Convento and home for a restorative nap before dinner.