A few cabriolets were waiting near the wharf, in order to convey us to San Lucar.  I ascended one, and we proceeded slowly along the Playa or strand.  This place is famous in the ancient novels of Spain, of that class called Picaresque, or those devoted to the adventures of notorious scoundrels, the father of which, as also of all others of the same kind, in whatever language, is Lazarillo de Tormes.  Cervantes himself has immortalized this strand in the most amusing of his smaller tales, La Ilustre Fregona.  In a word, the strand of San Lucar in ancient times, if not in modern, was a rendezvous for ruffians, contrabandistas, and vagabonds of every, description, who nested there in wooden sheds, which have now vanished.  San Lucar itself was always noted for the thievish propensities of its inhabitants—­the worst in all Andalusia.  The roguish innkeeper in Don Quixote perfected his education at San Lucar.  All these recollections crowded into my mind as we proceeded along the strand, which was beautifully gilded by the Andalusian sun.  We at last arrived nearly opposite to San Lucar, which stands at some distance from the water side.  Here a lively spectacle presented itself to us:  the shore was covered with a multitude of females either dressing or undressing themselves, while (I speak within bounds) hundreds were in the water sporting and playing; some were close by the beach, stretched at their full length on the sand and pebbles, allowing the little billows to dash over their heads and bosoms; whilst others were swimming boldly out into the firth.  There was a confused hubbub of female cries, thin shrieks and shrill laughter; couplets likewise were being sung, on what subject it is easy to guess, for we were in sunny Andalusia, and what can its black-eyed daughters think, speak, or sing of but amor, amor, which now sounded from the land and the waters.  Farther on along the beach we perceived likewise a crowd of men bathing; we passed not by them, but turned to the left up an alley or avenue which leads to San Lucar, and which may be a quarter of a mile long.  The view from hence was truly magnificent; before us lay the town, occupying the side and top of a tolerably high hill, extending from east to west.  It appeared to be of considerable size, and I was subsequently informed that it contained at least twenty thousand inhabitants.  Several immense edifices and walls towered up in a style of grandeur, which can be but feebly described by words; but the principal object was an ancient castle towards the left.  The houses were all white, and would have shone brilliantly in the sun had it been higher, but at this early hour they lay comparatively in shade.  The tout ensemble was very Moorish and oriental, and indeed in ancient times San Lucar was a celebrated stronghold of the Moors, and next to Almeria, the most frequented of their commercial places in Spain.  Everything, indeed, in these parts of Andalusia, is perfectly oriental.