Peratallada

We had a good nights sleep in our little car park, tucked in between several other motorhomes from all nationalities. I had promised Ellie that todays location would have an amazing pastry shop but as I checked on google maps I realised the hours had changed because we’re out of season and they now close on Mondays and Tuesdays.
I looked for a bakery in Pals, the town we were still in and found one just 20 meters up the road.
The bakery did an array of disgustingly gorgeous looking cakes and it take us ages to choose and when we did I managed to order in Spanish, a chocolate coffee cake which was probably the best cake I’ve ever had.
From pals it was just a 20 minute drive to our only stop of the day, the medieval town of Peratellada. When we arrived quite late at 10:30am most things were still closed or just opening so we managed to get some good photos, but by 11am everything that was going to open was open and a couple of coaches of tourists turned up.
It was a pretty town with cobbled steets dating back to the 10th century and it did have a castle but there’s not a lot left of it now.
Once we had done 2 laps of the town we decided to move on and start heading to our next place.
This meant moving area completely and heading south towards Valencia and the Ebro river where we went 2 years ago.En savoir plus