Saturday morning in Palma

As we didn't have to leave for the airport until 2:15, I decided that I would pay to go inside the Cathedral and the Almudaina Palace. Richard took the opportunity to sketch some more. Here are three that he has allowed me to share ;)

I really like the last one, of the Cathedral.

Speaking of the Cathedral, it really is quite spectacular. I have noticed that instructions about whether cameras can be used or not are confusing. Although there is a sign with a bar through a camera and a cellphone, no one stops you from using your phone to take photos. I asked someone at the Palace and they said they only object to flash photography. So I was able to take photos to my heart's content.

So, the end of our lovely holiday in Palma, in pictures:

Across from the Cathedral is the Almudaina Palace. This is still the official "residence" when King Felipe comes over to Mallorca.

The Palace is full of amazing, huge tapestries.

Richard is already making plans to return in October. I am not sure if I will go or maybe choose somewhere else. I really liked Mallorca but there are so many places to see....

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