This morning we hiked up to the lighthouse on the promontory, which is a fair way, though the views out to sea, and back towards the town, are magnificent. And there are goats in them thar hills. Goats sneeze, too, which sounds quite funny. 
We had cold drinks (I had lemonade) at the top.
The houses whose entrance gates we had passed on the road on the way up revealed themselves in all their glory against the cliff-face on the way back down.
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