I found Málaga to be surprisingly beguiling. We'll start with the bit I forewarned my friends about with "if you don't want hardcore Catholicism on this trip, that's fine".

On Easter Sunday, I saw bits of the final Semana Santa procession of the year. An ancient tradition featuring penitents in capirotes and hundreds of people carrying shrines to Jesus and Mary. I enjoyed seeing bits of humanity and modernity, such as organisers with radios and water bottles resupplying thirsty marchers, hooded marchers talking to each other, or float bearers supporting each other when struggling.

#malaga #semanasanta

We also concluded a nearly week-long quest for good vermouth at Antigua Casa de Guardia, where inexpensive sweet wines were served up by the glass along a wooden bar. Touristy? Yes and no, we heard lots of languages being spoken and greatly enjoyed sampling wines we'd never heard of. The staff, clad in white button-down shirts occasionally revealing massive tattooed biceps and led by a short, squat man who could have been their father, added to the charm.

#malaga #wine

Other highlights, some pictured some not:
-Belisimo, a Ukranian bakery with the best coffee we found on our trip.
-The Alcazaba castle and gardens, free entry after 2pm on Sunday.
-The typography on the Banco de Espana building.
-The cute little "metro", where we walked through a long, wide station hall to arrive at a vehicle the size of Birmingham tram.

#malaga #alcazaba #travel