A guy from the cafe took us to a pharmacy outside the old city where we got an anti-emetic. Fraser had to be sick again in a back street, guys from the shops around brought him water to wash his hands and to pour over his head and bandana. In the end, they offered their foyer for Fraser to rest in, because it was dark and cool and they could see if he got worse. Already been suggestively stared at a lot, just crossing the street to get to the gardens. Incredible view though, down onto the Marina tucked into the old castle walls and the blue, blue Mediterranean.
Big mountains fade into haze across the bay.
Oddly enough, the touts in the Old City aren't really bothering today, but the beggars and touts outside it certainly are. I'm more worried about being hassled or robbed than anything else. Looking at the map, this cafe is actually built on top of the old wall. It's odd to be in a country where historic things are just old and are built around or into. Arrived late, called a hotel from the airport.