Walking in Funchal -1

So we arrive in the hotel shuttle bus, at the central bus station.  It's on a stretch of flat land between the mountains and the sea.  We set off parallel to the coast, towards the yellow fort.  There seems to be no shortage of cats, some thin and scrawny, others well-fed.  We pass occasional plates of dog- or cat- food tucked away in corners, set out for the scavengers.  A big battle-scarred bruiser of a tom cat  guards his owner's car in front of a decorative door.

A little path behind the fort leads us to a bar where we had the best coffee we found on the island, and where we sat outside and watched the birds, the fishers and the tourist boats.