The sun drops over the Bay of Palma like a slow door closing. Bellver Castle, the Es Baluard terrace, Parc de la Mar, Mirador Ricardo Roca — where to be at that hour, and what the city becomes once the light has gone.

The anchor goes down west of Palma, the engine cuts, and there is only water against the hull. Open boats, semi-private, fully private — which format is actually worth booking, and what to do with the evening the sea hands you.

Palma's beach clubs are not the mass-market kind. Mhares cut into an 800-year-old sandstone quarry, Purobeach on its peninsula, Nikki Beach, Assaona in Portixol — how to spend the day, and what the evening it earns should look like.

The chips are down, or up. Either way Palma isn't finished with you. Casino de Mallorca on the Paseo Marítimo — dress code, tables, timing, and how to end a night that started at the roulette wheel.

You can tell a lot about a man by how he spends his evening in Palma. Some dive into the chaos of Santa Catalina; others drift quietly through the old town. Where the night begins shapes where it ends.