The view of the valley, from outside, is lovely. Jack points out how crocuses are pushing their way out from between the granite paving stones. Well, at least there's some life in this place. El Escorial dates from the 16th century. Most of the royal family is entombed below the church.
Lunch is in a nearby park.
At this point, we bid adios to Marta. While waiting for the bus, I take a brief excursion to the farmer's market at which Tooraj found the fruit for our lunch. I saw the biggest darn capers ever, and some onions marinating in a red liquid. No time to buy or sample. Back on the bus, to Toledo.