When last we left our protagonist, readers, she was (although she may not have disclosed this nugget) retiring for an afternoon siesta. When she awoke, refreshed, aware that her birthday was in the immediate offing, she realised that her husband would probably appreciate some gift-buying help. Off they wandered together, and discovered the charming shop pictured above -- a fun, Spanish label called Nice Things. . . which, besides offering a cute mixed-print summer shift that Ms. Mater snapped up, along with a simple taupe, map-printed top, listed prices for items bought in Spain (lower) and for those bought in the Rest of Europe (higher). Well, that was a no-brainer!
Check out the real reason I snapped the window photo -- the woman in the gorgeous outfit and heels just behind the mannequin!
After some additional retail therapy (I found my Mother of the
So we set out -- the receptionist at our hotel had told us, during our check-in chat, that while tourists would chow down on several of these small-plate snacks in one bar, constituting a meal for themselves, the locals' custom has always been to enjoy one choice per bar, moving down and across the streets together, visiting on the way. Paul was inspired, and decided we should have one drink and one pintxo (think tapas, but smaller) per bar. Sounded like a plan . . .
We sat and sipped and talked until all the lights were on and the sky was dark, and then we retraced our steps back through the narrow streets of old San Sebastian
and walked along the beach . . .
on the way back to our hotel
some camera-play . . .
*by now, perhaps, you'll have noted the (very poor) pun of my title . . . De Lights indeed!