Being grounded in Cadiz with the Levante winds blowing gave us a chance to explore inland. One day we decided to take the train to Jerez de la Frontera, Spain's home of Sherry. It was a hot day and once we got away from the coast the temperature rose considerably. By the time we had taken the long walk into the station at Cadiz, waited for the train, undertaken the journey, walked into the town centre and found the orange tree lined main square in pretty Jerez the only thing we could concentrate on was shade, food and cool drinks.
Cafe lined pedestrian lanes led onto more plazas, and although it is a reasonably small central area we enjoyed exploring the shady streets. Many of the buildings had very heavy woven wicker (I guess) roll down external blind for shutters, something we had not seen anywhere else. They all looked rather old but I can’t imagine them wearing too well with all the summer sun then winter winds and rain.