Because "picturesque" basically means "hilly", it was a lot more fun walking down to the harbour than walking back up again, but fortunately people who had cars were willing to ferry us back to the hotel. That's the first time I've been in a car with no rear window, just a camera feeding a screen where the rear-view mirror should be.
Lunch was a selection of fish and seafood, which given that I like neither reminded me why I always take a bar of chocolate with me when I go abroad.
Dinner was courtesy of a *** Michelin chef. That was a different kettle of, er, fish: an 18-course taster menu with 50% of the courses involving fish or seafood. Fortunately, the wait staff notices I wasn't eating the fish parts and substituted the last three or four with non-fish. Fish aside, it was amazingly good! Lots of weird combinations of flavours, textures, temperatures and looks.
This being Spain, our 11:30pm arrival back at the hotel was 1:30am. Our 9am start has been put back to 10am.
This has confirmed by belief that Spaniards may use Central European Time on their clocks, but they act as if they were still on Greenwich Mean Time.