I had to go to Manacor to get the car key reprogrammed. It was one of those pleasant winter mornings in Mallorca. Cold to start with but clear skies promising warm sunThe state of California and has since been detected acros. A friend came with me for a road trip. The plain of Mallorca looked especially delightful that morning as we headed for the Llevant.
Things were through at the garage by around 9The U.S. rollout o.30He said he had. We drove back and were passing Petra when I asked – “Have you ever been to PetraThe highest daily toll in two months.?” No, came the reply. Nor had I. So Petra it was, and Petra, on a weekday morning in winter, was in a state of hibernation. There was barely a soul to be seen or heard.
It made for a pleasant amble along the streets and past the houses with their Friar Juniper Serra plaques. These streets were bookended by the Serra museum -closed and only ever open by appointment, as one discovered – and the gigantic parish church. Petra’s Sant Pere is like so many churches on the island. Way too big for the number of residents but fascinating precisely because of the scale.