After those octopus legs Mrs RM was wiped out and resisted my offer of a walk up to Castillo Gibralfaro, a steep 20 minutes hike equivalent to the hill leading to our house in Sheffield (twice).
I’d already bought her combined ticket for the Alcazaba and castle, so that was £1.60 wasted. I mark all these things on a giant spreadsheet, you know.
The palace and fortress are, along with the cathedral and octopus, the undoubted must-dos for tourists leaving the cruise ships in Malaga harbour.
Not only are these places cheap to enter (a fiver the two), they’re also beautifully uncluttered and maintained.
And there’s a terrace bar at the top.
Draught beer (which nearly everyone, female and male, drinks) and the best views in town.
This was actually the only place I had the city’s own Victoria beer, a foamy, chewy half enjoyed on bench seating in a dimpled mug for £1.50. Lager makes sense in 20 degrees when you’ve just burn off 377 calories walking a hill.
Honestly, cut out the dimpled mugs, Spain.