In which Sid and Doris are very busy seeing (but not photographing) the town and trying to read Spanish museum labels.
Breakfast in the courtyard is like being back on our Dubai balcony as the air is near blood heat. No need for salt on the eggs.
The morning is whiled away with washing, writing and planning. We are on course for Cancun Club Med via Merida and two more Mayan sites. Matt has sent us the dates for events in Eugene and Monterey. Doris is busy with the calendar and “S” has a clip board (but not the one with the plans on it).
Though today is Sunday several of the town attractions are open including the church which is apparently standing room only. I am not sure if that is Covid related. We buy a few minutes of LED candle. How is that the prelude to solemn religious thought. What about the candle makers?
Who can resist a merchant’s house. Not we pirates. Number six on the church square is a one storey open-courtyard building with the entertaining rooms and master bedroom looking onto the street, offices and bedrooms on the long sides running back to the kitchen and domestics at the back. Life was not easy even for the ruling classes and they often wrote home to Spain for help, especially in the early years of New Spain.
Doris spends a few minutes wondering once again whether there is a possible role for volunteers to create coherent English language translations for museums.
Although it was a bit unkind not to trust their assertion that the town’s fortune was founded on the importance of logwood to the textile industry, as logwood does in fact turn out to be a particular tree which creates a red dye.
The town museum is in a palacio. The rooms are gracious. One of the exhibits has one twelfth scale models of persons at their crafts such as mending nets, candle making, salting fish, making furniture. When we come to the sailor he is shown with a drink in his hand. Infamy, infamy, they’ve all got it in for me.
However it does contain a useful guide on how to tack and gybe a three-master. We are due to go racing on a fairly large classic boat in a couple of weeks’ time, so study the diagrams intently. 
In the pizza bar we learn England have lost to Italy in the Euros final, on penalties. On TV USA are playing Haiti at soccer and play looks less technical than a scratch game among North London Boy Scouts.
PS For some reason Doris didn’t take any photos of the charming single-storey buildings that make up most of Campeche’s historic centre, so we have uploaded this one from theculturetrip.com, with thanks.
