Flights booked to Malaga had Feyzan panicking that we were staying in Torremolinos for the weekend. Giving in I confessed a few weeks in advance that we were actually staying at a B&B in the old town of Marbella. Swayed by the tremendous ratings on TripAdvisor, we had high hopes for our short break.

As it turned out, Marcos, our Brazilian host, runs a luxury B&B nestled in amongst the narrow twisty streets of Marbella. Our room, one of only eight, had been in use for six weeks and we relished the prospect of spending a relaxing few days there. Feyzan was happy having plenty of time to spend on the beach, meanwhile I had plenty to point my camera towards.

Beaches on the Costa del Sol were pretty disappointing though: dirty yet packed with holidaymakers from across Europe, and surprisingly cold water to plunge yourself into when it all gets too much. The food more than compensated however, sumptous salads and desserts abounded as did the tapas and wood fired sardines at lunch. Much better than any weekend in London.

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