Saturday morning started out very rainy so after a littlte snack we hurried over to the St. David's shopping mall - the perfect place for our planned shopping extravaganza.
My purchases of this day and the night before. So many practical things!
Who can resist a Vitamin Volcano?
And somebody must have come over from France to show the UK how to make croissants - they are all delicious!
But contrary to what you might think, the shoe shopping was only done by Olivier!
I mostly bought gadgets and accessories for travelling and home. Some of that stuff that you just can't find in Switzerland or at much higher prices.
The mall has a wide variety of shops for everybody. They seem to be especially fond of Scandinavian chains for home accessories and colorful stationary.
One funny thing happened to me at Marks & Spencer: The lady at the check out told me: "You look like a dancer." And she was very surprised when I told her that I am!
After a few hours we deposited our purchases at the hotel and went to the Chapel, the restaurant we had discovered the night before (and the only church building we had been inside on this trip so far!) for a late lunch. It's from 1887 and really lovely.
The Arab room
During the entire trip we are also filming scenes for another dance/vacation video, like this one:
Yes, I hop around in public places, but when you have seen all those stag/hen night parties roaming the streets in "funny" costumes you stop to care...
After 8 PM we took a taxi from the hotel to Llandaff Cathedral, the meeting point for the Ghost Walk.
Our guide Carl did a really good job at telling scary stories, especially in the dark... All about tragic local ficures who were killed, had accidents or commited suicide - so now their souls are restless.
And let's not forget about the witches and banshees!
Walking out to the haunted meadows
Apparently a lot of people drowned here...
As it started raining during the 2 hours tour the ground got quite muddy. I was glad to have rubber soles - and pleased with the new torchlight I had bought in the afternoon. It served me well.
We ended our tour in the graveyard, of course, with more gruesome tales of children's ghosts and the "black monk" who might appear at any moment...
After the tour we took the bus back into the city where the nightlife was in full swing. Even the police were already out, keeping some drunks in check.
We found the temperature to be a bit chilly, but that did not prevent the Cardiff party folks from standing outside half naked. All the girls in their highest heels and shortest skirts while most men wore short sleeves or just no shirt at all!