Sunday is not just another day in most of Europe. Most shops are closed. Old churches that you can tour on other days are busy with services. We walked to the Botanical Gardens, visited a windmill and sat in the sun, listening to birds, admiring the roses and recharging our personal batteries. I must be ready to go home. I took very few photos today. Architecture held no excitement and neither did steak and lobster for dinner. 
We watched the pilot boat get the harbor pilot off the ship ahead of us and then retreive our pilot during a glorious sunset.
If there is one problem with cruising, it would be the perceived loss of space/time. We go to bed at night and the next morning we are in another town. Although this allows us to see many places effortlessly, since we have no perception of travel, it is hard to remember where we are and where we have been. But, when weighed against not having to pack and waste days getting from here to there, I'll keep writing a journal or blog to help me remember! :-)
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