Friday 17th March
Jerez is a lovely city full of faded elegance and charm. Around every corner you can see signs of its former glory and can only imagine what it would have to live here a hundred or so years ago.
There are many narrow streets on which you don’t expect to see cars hurtling down, and you have to be fairly agile to avoid them.
I saw many names that I got to know really well whilst running an off licence, it was a shame I was driving as you could do tours of these sherry producing bodegas.
Around every corner there was either a bodega, a crumbling church, a deserted plaza or a packed tapas bar.
Whilst we were there we did have the occasion to stop and quality control some of the local tapas, they were lovely, I think it’s a great idea to be able to try a selection of the regional dishes.
Jane always manages to make friends with the locals, although I’m not altogether sure that they understand her !
So we left Jerez with a distinct feeling that we wanted to return, as there was so much more to see. Next time we will catch the train, then I can try the sherry!