Goodbye to Ibiza

A few photos taken here and there while in Ibiza, mostly on our last day.

img_1717 A night shot. As you can see, going to Dalt Vila, the top of Ibiza Town, is a cardiac workout.

img_1724 We had drinks here one night where the tables were set up on the steps. There were very low bean bag chairs and couches and I really had a struggle to get up at the end.

img_1729 We ate at a very good Thai restaurant while there-outside under the stars.

img_1739 Seen on a stroll around the harbor, a yacht, just a humble thing. This was the largest we saw. I always suspect Mafia money when I see these.

img_1749 A view from the back side of Ibiza Town. This was from the home of a famous architect, new to me, named Broner. He designed it and the furniture inside. It was very simple, really, with windows everywhere with light and views, and, of course, a patio at the top.

img_1757 The local market in what looks rather like a Greek temple.

img_1727 A rainbow to bid us adieu.


There is a smaller island thirty minutes by ferry from Ibiza called Fomentera. It’s rather rustic and said to be how Ibiza was fifty years ago. Ibiza is, in fact, starting to become very wealthy and on its way to becoming a Saint Tropez.

img_1684 A view of a small beach as we walked to it.

img_1690 Look at that water.

img_1697 Another lighthouse. It was at the very end of the island, very isolated.

img_1702 A lookout tower, used as protection by the inhabitants when those pesky pirates arrived. There were also some palaeolithic ruins nearby.

img_1703 The churches were also used as protection-no windows to break and climb through.

img_1705 And yet another lighthouse. Note the desert vegetation. Some areas have pine tree forests, but most are desert.

Exploring the Island

We drove around the island of Ibiza and saw some gorgeous scenery.

img_1649 We chanced upon a neat little restaurant while driving called Giri. It had an incredible garden with seating everywhere.

img_1655 I always stop for lighthouses.

img_1657 A small beach.

img_1668 Look at that view!

img_1669 I liked this sculpture against the ocean and horizon.

img_1673 Local church. Most have no windows as they were used as forts for protection from the many pirate invasions.

img_1667 Another view.



Maurice’s daughter has a place in Ibiza and kindly let us use it for a quick trip to there. It was our second time and we had great time. It is just coming to the end of the season for all of the giant clubs where all of the cool people go for music and, I’m guessing, drugs. I don’t like crowds or loud music so I guess I will never experience the Amnesia Club. Ibiza Town, the capitol, was full of young people with skirts up to here, tops down to there which made me feel like a fuddy duddy as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I saw a skinny man in a turban and a mini skirt as well, a long time resident I was told. Anyway, it was fun to explore Ibiza which, by the way, has a fascinating history with governments by Greece, Rome, and even the Moors for 500 years. The muslim population was thrown out by the new Spanish government at the end.

img_1633 We stayed in the high, ancient part of Ibiza Town called Dalt Vila. It’s my favorite part of the city, full of interesting architecture and, my favorite,  doors and windows.

img_1634 Mellow Yellow.

img_1658 This place sold fruit juice and smoothies as you might imagine. It was also a nice restaurant at night with tables outside overlooking the harbor.

img_1664 Very Spanish looking. Ibiza, by the way, is a Spanish island.

img_1675 An inviting look into a restaurant.

img_1666 Graffiti on a door of a home that isn’t lived in.

img_1641 A look at the casual dress there. I need to get some short shorts with an elastic band to secure my iPhone.

img_1680 On the patio where we stayed. Autumn is pretty nice in Ibiza. We got hot quite a bit walking around.

Ibiza 2

More photos from the photographic island of Ibiza.

A picture of Dalt Vila from across the harbor.

We had sangria a couple of times. We went into a restaurant, le Tomate acutally, and it was owned by French people, with French music on the radio and waiters who spoke French. Two girls were sitting there with a pitcher of White Sangria and a plate of mixed tapas so we ordered a pitcher ourselves. It was very good. Unfortunately, we ordered steak instead of the tapas. The meat was cut very strangely butchered and difficult to eat and I had to cut off pieces here and there around fat and, I guess, sinew (whatever holds meat together), and then Maurice tells me that Spain is known for that. I wish he had remembered before we ordered. The sangria made up for it.

Maurice’s daughter took us to a fun place on the beach where we had sangria made with champagne, new to me. Also very good.

We had paella too because Spain….

A look at the restaurant itself. I felt like I was in Mexico, which I used to dearly love and, to add to the magic, there was a jazzy rendition of Bessa Me Mucho playing as we walked in, my favorite Mexican song.

Another day we went inland and ate at a funky little place which the owner had made into an art gallery full of work by his favorite artists from Chile.

We went into a little church there and, instead of wax candles to light in front of saints or Mary or Jesus, there was this covered collection of battery operated candles and, if you put in enough money, a little light would come on for the amount of time you wanted. No cheating here and they didn’t have to keep up a supply of candles either.

A view of the coast with little fishing shacks down below.

Orange juice on a terrace in the sun the day we left.

Good bye sunshine and blue water. We arrived back to Paris with gray skies and heavy traffic and metros. It was a nice break.

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Well, we are back home from Ibiza and now it all seems like a dream. Maurice’s daughter has an apartment in Dalt Vila, the old part of Eivissa, the main city in Ibiza (an island off the coast of Spain) where we were lucky enough to stay. She arrived a couple of days before we left and showed us a few of her favorite places. I have all sorts of photos and will be making two posts with them.

As you might expect, the Greeks and Romans were here and evidence of their time here was evident.

We arrived on a Sunday afternoon and everything was closed. Many places started opening a few days later as Easter crowds were expected. We found this little pastry shop. I thought the poster showed Salvidor Dali but it turned out to be the owner of the shop who indeed did sport a fun mustache.

Just one example of the many photos I took of doors and windows-my addiction.

Maurice and I drove up the western coast a bit and found a tiny village with this pristine church. Most every building seemed to be painted white.

The old village where we stayed, is on the top of a hill and, therefore, we did a lot of climbing. From where we parked the car to the apartment where we stayed were 86 steps-a good work out. Most of the apartments or houses there had wonderful little patios with a view of the harbor down below.

I especially loved the way these curtains were tied.

This house was for sale and looked old and in need of work, but I sure did like the front garden.

The main square in Dalt Vila had this Greek Temple like covered market every morning.

I was sitting outside at a cafe and saw this shadow. The sun was shining on some clothes lines with clothes pins and I thought it looked like a sheet of music.