However, the bus dropped us more or less outside the Cathedral. The area there, and the park next to it was all on reclaimed land - when we were there it was beach! We decided to keep to the old town, neither of us wanted to go shopping.
Going towards the cathedral, we crossed the park, which had a large lake and fountain. The Spanish are very fond of water and fountains and here in front of the cathedral precinct, was no exception.
Deciding that rather than aimless wandering around the old town, it would be better to have a definite place to aim for, I announced I wanted to see the Arab Baths. I honestly hadn't a clue what they were, except that I had read they were worth seeing!
We walked along beside the cathedral, and then along the narrow streets, and finally arrived at the Arab baths, which had been well sign-posted, so I felt they were obviously a tourist attraction I was amazed when I got there. We went through a narrow passage and came out in a pretty walled garden, with four square plots of trees and plants. It wasn't very big, but was quite delightful. The entrance to the baths was narrow and keyhole shaped, and inside was a biggish sort of chimney shaped area, corbelled up to three holes in the roof. There were notices explaining how the baths worked, something like Roman baths, with warm, hot and cold areas. The arches that kept up the roof were beautiful, and in very good nick considering they had been there since the early 11th century!
After all that sight-seeing, we wandered back and found a shady place to have lunch, then just walked round the marina and looked at the yachts. Some of them must have been worth millions of pounds!
And then it was back to the ship, and a farewell look at the old town from the Port area as we set sail.
Next stop, Gibraltar!