And while we wait to see if Al Gore is right, we can enjoy cute ports such as that of Mahon, the capital of Menorca, which is an island in the Balearic group that also contains Ibiza and Mallorca. These islands have been inhabited since the Neolithic era. There are remnants aplenty; boulders turned upright defying time and leaving the onlookers guessing at the why of them. Then there are traces of the Romans and pretty much every invading force since. We pass buildings on little islets that are unmistakably Napoleonic, but quickly the coast is dappled with splendid waterfront villas, all with private beaches and docks and boat houses. Downtown, where we end up, a boulevard filled with restaurants and bars curves along the water’s edge. Yachts of all sizes are tied up in rows, and there’s even a blue fisher boat from Barendrecht, a Dutch city close to where I was born.
Menorca’s claim to fame is the invention of salsa mahonesa, known in the rest of the world as mayonnaise.
A bastion from the Napoleonic era in the harbor of Mahon, Menorca
The Barendrecht, making Mahon, Menorca look like a toy town.
Down town Mahon, Menorca
The boulevard of Mahon, Menorca
Saint Francesc Cathedral, Mahon, Menorca
Waterfront of Mahon, Menorca
Villas in the harbor of Mahon, Menorca
Villas in the harbor of Mahon, Menorca