Brush with the law

When Jo's sister was here the other weekend we went for a little stroll down by the river, and then up to the next town. It was a lovely day, the birds were singing, the sky was blue, all of that sort of thing. We stopped by one of the many old bridges that are scattered up and down the length of the river that runs through Pamplona (called the River Ars - really, could I love this place any more?) to take some pictures, when a couple of policemen stopped and said something to us. To begin with I thought they were telling us that we weren't allowed to take pictures of of bridge for some reason, but then I realised that they were actually offering some information about the age and origin of it. Which was nice. Then one of them offered to take our picture, and as he did so the other one said with a cheeky grin 'I really don't think we're supposed to do this when we're on duty'. What wonderful representatives of their profession.