tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50643265962127645822021-08-18T13:25:15.469-04:00La vita è troppo breve per Dottore GianniTravels with Dottore Gianni in search of nirvana!Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-83199216116921959672021-08-18T13:24:00.001-04:002021-08-18T13:25:15.028-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o 12: The Long Journey from the South of France to Frankfurt and my Flight Home<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I suppose I could call the first part of this post my "long day's journey (from France) into night (in Germany). There's a theatrical reference in there, for people who like such stuff, but suffice to say that after a never-ending comedy of errors - whoops! another - I finally arrived in Frankfurt.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The day began at the rather fancy TGV station outside Avignon.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANb3FSjMOOI/YRvrHCcZ52I/AAAAAAACEeg/iZNAQQ3SKnwunFbTHkHEA4gOE8qQIGtBACLcBGAsYHQ/s1004/1%2BTGV%2Bstation%2Bat%2BAvignon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ANb3FSjMOOI/YRvrHCcZ52I/AAAAAAACEeg/iZNAQQ3SKnwunFbTHkHEA4gOE8qQIGtBACLcBGAsYHQ/w542-h640/1%2BTGV%2Bstation%2Bat%2BAvignon.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">It might have been so easy. Perhaps I was dazzled by the "pomo architecture", which was impressive, above showing the walkway up to my platform, below looking back along the interior of the station,</span></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRaq5OH4K1Y/YRvrTUHF14I/AAAAAAACEek/cFUQMtjvOtI6pLnrz9gc-sHMtxUDtbAxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1021/2%2BAvignon%2BTGV%2Bstation%252C%2Blooking%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bdirection.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1021" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRaq5OH4K1Y/YRvrTUHF14I/AAAAAAACEek/cFUQMtjvOtI6pLnrz9gc-sHMtxUDtbAxgCLcBGAsYHQ/w564-h640/2%2BAvignon%2BTGV%2Bstation%252C%2Blooking%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bdirection.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">perhaps I was just tired after a long trip and not wide enough awake for my early journey. However, I found the correct platform, moved into the exact position to step up into my car. I was all set. The train arrived, a bit early I thought for a second or two, but then thought nothing else of it. I found my reserved seat, sat, and relaxed. But when the train pulled out a good five minutes before the scheduled departure, I grew concerned. Then, looking out one of the windows I noticed the position of the sun, and realized I was headed east, not west. Indeed, I was on a train not to Frankfurt, but to...Madrid! The same car number, the same seat, but going the wrong way!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I will say that the information on the track (shown below) was not easily available, and that was certainly a contributing factor, but still...</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezOG0dwFNR8/YRvw7PRNddI/AAAAAAACEes/YrvdfeifppIMDpYT3zWmRG7F2i-iqtlXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1400/3%2BAvignon%2BTGV%2Bon%2Bthe%2Boutside.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1245" data-original-width="1400" height="570" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezOG0dwFNR8/YRvw7PRNddI/AAAAAAACEes/YrvdfeifppIMDpYT3zWmRG7F2i-iqtlXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h570/3%2BAvignon%2BTGV%2Bon%2Bthe%2Boutside.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The first stop on the train was very close, fortunately, at Nimes, which I'd visited on a day tour, just two days earlier. I grabbed my luggage, got off the train and raced into the station, where two or three very helpful if somewhat startled employees found me a train going in the right direction, not direct, but with a change in Paris. Whew! This meant transferring not just from train to train but from the Gare de Lyon to the&nbsp;</span>Gare de l' Este. I had plenty of time, grabbed a taxi with a very friendly driver (not always the case in Paris) who got me there with nearly two hours to spare.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZgBjovNXsU/YRvxn7diE3I/AAAAAAACEe0/pFAhOiPWwAgvOvW0wrstiRfNhZ3yuD_7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/4%2Bwhere%2BI%2Blunched%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bare%2Bde%2Bl%2527Estjpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1407" data-original-width="1600" height="562" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZgBjovNXsU/YRvxn7diE3I/AAAAAAACEe0/pFAhOiPWwAgvOvW0wrstiRfNhZ3yuD_7gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h562/4%2Bwhere%2BI%2Blunched%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bare%2Bde%2Bl%2527Estjpg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>So I sat down in a nicer than usual restaurant within the station and had a lovely, relaxed lunch, shown just below, a substantial chicken Caesar and a very tasty glass of wine.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9iqaDRtO00/YRvx5leeR2I/AAAAAAACEe8/Ylt-ZTGipHYWwj4p4OD_b5YCbUZvR5F3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/6%2Btasty%2BCaesar%2Bat%2Bthe%2BGare.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1237" data-original-width="1700" height="466" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--9iqaDRtO00/YRvx5leeR2I/AAAAAAACEe8/Ylt-ZTGipHYWwj4p4OD_b5YCbUZvR5F3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h466/6%2Btasty%2BCaesar%2Bat%2Bthe%2BGare.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I left the restaurant, and looked contentedly to see what platform from which my train would leave. But there didn't seem to be a time listed. Oh dear. So I took myself to the ticket office and they told me, "Oh, that train has been cancelled." Sacre bleu! The first alternative was the following train in the same direction, but alas that was full. Fortunately I was far from the only person involved, so hours later a special train pulled into the station. No reserved seat, no first class, but there was room for everyone.&nbsp;</p><p>So on I boarded the train, which was headed to Strasbourg - right direction at least - arriving at 6:41 pm. Once there we passengers had to rush across several tracks to a tiny 3-car shuttle that, stuffed to the gills with all of us that had been on the "special" from Paris, took us just across the river to Offenburg, in Germany. We hopped on a waiting train there that took us, via Karlsruhe and Mannheim, to Frankfurt AT LONG LAST! It was 9:08 pm, hours and hours later than I'd planned.&nbsp;</p><p>But! My travel troubles were still not quite over. I have flown into and out of Frankfurt a few times, but I don't always book the same hotel. For this trip I had booked one very close to the station, but in the pitch dark I had no idea how to get there. I went to the taxi stand, but the first driver in line refused to take me. The hotel was too close, he was waiting for a more lucrative fare. There was a second taxi, so I tried that one (there was no one else even waiting for a cab!) and that driver seemed willing until the first driver had some words with him. Neither would take me. So I set off in search of the hotel, cursing drivers, taxis and Frankfurt in general, when I spotted a cab empty of passengers driving down the road, and waved him down. He was the friendliest fellow in the world. After explaining my dilemma to him he shook his head regarding the other drivers, and said, "At this time of night you would never have found your hotel." He got me there in minutes. I paid him the fare, and the same amount again for the tip, which he richly deserved.&nbsp;</p><p>After that long, wretched travel day, I checked in, and once in my room (the photo below, and under that the view from the window) fell almost immediately into a deep, deep sleep.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSPZub-dsnE/YRv-VMxCnUI/AAAAAAACEfE/feXBvDA2q-svsgNHXAfkajiaA_Y3uPHDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/8%2Bmy%2Broom%2Bin%2BFrankfurt.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1481" data-original-width="1600" height="592" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSPZub-dsnE/YRv-VMxCnUI/AAAAAAACEfE/feXBvDA2q-svsgNHXAfkajiaA_Y3uPHDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h592/8%2Bmy%2Broom%2Bin%2BFrankfurt.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ-0jWzGXQs/YRv-hAipegI/AAAAAAACEfI/xCIHhLBL9cY1bA9nakIrEFKETKFZbw04ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1129/11%2Bview%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZ-0jWzGXQs/YRv-hAipegI/AAAAAAACEfI/xCIHhLBL9cY1bA9nakIrEFKETKFZbw04ACLcBGAsYHQ/w510-h640/11%2Bview%2Bagain.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The next day was mine to do as I liked in Frankfurt. I did a casual bit of exploring. I had on an earlier trip seen the tiny old town, the Goethe house and the cathedral. So I started with a nice long stroll on the wide tree-lined path next to the River Main</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mExUYeMKJG8/YR0rxoU4KiI/AAAAAAACEgM/RrfVNi7qbmoi8kUXc4TJQfsXHl1HPE-6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/18%2BNice%2Bwalk%2Balong%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1165" data-original-width="1700" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mExUYeMKJG8/YR0rxoU4KiI/AAAAAAACEgM/RrfVNi7qbmoi8kUXc4TJQfsXHl1HPE-6QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h438/18%2BNice%2Bwalk%2Balong%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">then crossed the river on a footbridge&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-loHKmThZk/YR0sNezPlBI/AAAAAAACEgU/2YEkE6IrxgQS_ubpbTrLOz-Dn3aGmuKmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/22%2Bthe%2Bwalking%2Bbridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1278" data-original-width="1700" height="482" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-loHKmThZk/YR0sNezPlBI/AAAAAAACEgU/2YEkE6IrxgQS_ubpbTrLOz-Dn3aGmuKmgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h482/22%2Bthe%2Bwalking%2Bbridge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and spent a good bit of my day at The Städel, hardly the Louvre, but a very good art museum.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4AXrh_PWpg/YRv_nec9hmI/AAAAAAACEfU/-t6nOH-01LAp8uFkS4YweyjF6730X3GKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1594/32%2B-%2Bthe%2BStadel%2B-%2Bfine%2Bart%2Bmuseum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1594" height="301" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4AXrh_PWpg/YRv_nec9hmI/AAAAAAACEfU/-t6nOH-01LAp8uFkS4YweyjF6730X3GKgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h301/32%2B-%2Bthe%2BStadel%2B-%2Bfine%2Bart%2Bmuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>The collection ranged from old masters to relatively recent work. I photographed several of my favorites, among them a beautiful Botticelli. I'm a sucker for his gorgeous women!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWwsCNTQojM/YR0prqK6g_I/AAAAAAACEfo/MNWLeT83hh4307E_1mOkrZJHOJnVBlU0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1254/47%2BBotticelli%2B-%2BSimonetta%2BVespucci%2Bas%2Ba%2BNymph%2B1480.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWwsCNTQojM/YR0prqK6g_I/AAAAAAACEfo/MNWLeT83hh4307E_1mOkrZJHOJnVBlU0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w460-h640/47%2BBotticelli%2B-%2BSimonetta%2BVespucci%2Bas%2Ba%2BNymph%2B1480.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><br /><p>I found a late 18th century painting by Tischbein that I used when teaching my theatre history class, of Goethe relaxing on his travels through Italy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4t-gJdkzuo/YR0phWosnpI/AAAAAAACEfk/CPzVJOSeX9I8PIUrDHRzHYXf8hF-kK9_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/33%2BGoethe%2Bin%2BRoman%2BCampagna%252C%2BTischbein%2B1787.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1243" data-original-width="1500" height="530" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h4t-gJdkzuo/YR0phWosnpI/AAAAAAACEfk/CPzVJOSeX9I8PIUrDHRzHYXf8hF-kK9_wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h530/33%2BGoethe%2Bin%2BRoman%2BCampagna%252C%2BTischbein%2B1787.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Courbet was represented by a bucolic landscape of Frankfurt itself - very little of that "in the country" style remains today.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ai1w65XUoLo/YR0pM9BP21I/AAAAAAACEfc/lNAS3AzjWdE-Z0hMgoYyy6D30fGFE_tpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/34%2B-%2BCourbet%252C%2BView%2Bof%2BFrankfurt%2Bam%2BMain%2B1858.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1235" data-original-width="1700" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ai1w65XUoLo/YR0pM9BP21I/AAAAAAACEfc/lNAS3AzjWdE-Z0hMgoYyy6D30fGFE_tpgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h464/34%2B-%2BCourbet%252C%2BView%2Bof%2BFrankfurt%2Bam%2BMain%2B1858.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>But I found myself most enjoying the works of late 19th-early 20th century modernists. I got a kick out of a Max Ernst sculpture called "Lunar Asparagus"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QT0zh_tZe-I/YR0qz5tVI3I/AAAAAAACEf0/_aw8qXrbMDIQiho7Xg_5KR7sgRrykHi_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1375/35%2B-%2BMax%2BErnst%2BLunar%2BAsparagus%2B1935.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1375" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QT0zh_tZe-I/YR0qz5tVI3I/AAAAAAACEf0/_aw8qXrbMDIQiho7Xg_5KR7sgRrykHi_ACLcBGAsYHQ/w372-h640/35%2B-%2BMax%2BErnst%2BLunar%2BAsparagus%2B1935.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><br /><p>I loved the darkness (he's not often "light" is he?) of Munch's "Jealousy"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaRhmJ5Tma8/YR0rBVBvL7I/AAAAAAACEf4/xoCXedyEOugRd0GBfwrVW3CHwbkprn-RwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/36%2B-%2BMunch%2BJealousy%2B1913.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1600" height="440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaRhmJ5Tma8/YR0rBVBvL7I/AAAAAAACEf4/xoCXedyEOugRd0GBfwrVW3CHwbkprn-RwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h440/36%2B-%2BMunch%2BJealousy%2B1913.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Max Beckman amused me with his "Still Life with Saxophones</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfsggcZkFu4/YR0raQzvtRI/AAAAAAACEgE/pI8gyV8b4KM2Yxkab0T1R-_o2QClO-HoQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/40%2B-%2BMax%2BBeckmann%2B-%2BStill%2BLife%2Bwith%2BSaxophones%2B1926.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="1700" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfsggcZkFu4/YR0raQzvtRI/AAAAAAACEgE/pI8gyV8b4KM2Yxkab0T1R-_o2QClO-HoQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h272/40%2B-%2BMax%2BBeckmann%2B-%2BStill%2BLife%2Bwith%2BSaxophones%2B1926.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>That's enough examples for now, but I hope will give you a taste, not just of the museum collection, but of my taste!</p><p>While still across the river, I photographed the skyline opposite. In case you doubt my statement that there's not much bucolic about today's Frankfurt, here's a bit of it</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nX4TB4O-rQ/YR041uVbf5I/AAAAAAACEgc/KNB_0gHer1M3cc3u3XUjDAW-LfWoiLxMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/17%2B-%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcity%2Bskyline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="893" data-original-width="1700" height="336" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nX4TB4O-rQ/YR041uVbf5I/AAAAAAACEgc/KNB_0gHer1M3cc3u3XUjDAW-LfWoiLxMQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h336/17%2B-%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcity%2Bskyline.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>It remained a rather pleasant if very cloudy day, so I crossed back over the river and strolled leisurely along a major thoroughfare whose name changes every few blocks, next to which several Frankfurt highlights can be seen. The well-designed logo with the Euro in blue and stars of gold surrounding it indicates the location of the European Central Bank.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_UEmavTqUA/YR07b6psH6I/AAAAAAACEgk/eZk0rXptw6gllElUpJ3R90E5I3ouIAkTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1134/15%2B-%2BEU%2Blogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1134" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v_UEmavTqUA/YR07b6psH6I/AAAAAAACEgk/eZk0rXptw6gllElUpJ3R90E5I3ouIAkTACLcBGAsYHQ/w508-h640/15%2B-%2BEU%2Blogo.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><p>Not far from there on the other side of the street is Opera Frankfurt. There is an old opera house in town, but this is the place where highly innovative productions are performed - some have said that many of the stagings are TOO innovative.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ9E3ecNvq0/YR07pX_6F3I/AAAAAAACEgo/55n0RbB42VQ-RtU83hyGIztngoLSLTzhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/16%2BOpera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="834" data-original-width="1700" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJ9E3ecNvq0/YR07pX_6F3I/AAAAAAACEgo/55n0RbB42VQ-RtU83hyGIztngoLSLTzhwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h314/16%2BOpera.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Next to the Oper is a rather attractive statue/fountain</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_C5_Y207Eo/YR08LV8jyeI/AAAAAAACEg0/vN4mKu5vZeIpbeHOsTiqQt7J7LoS5QgYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/14%2Bstatue%2Band%2Bfountain%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bopera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="1500" height="554" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_C5_Y207Eo/YR08LV8jyeI/AAAAAAACEg0/vN4mKu5vZeIpbeHOsTiqQt7J7LoS5QgYwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h554/14%2Bstatue%2Band%2Bfountain%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bopera.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I was headed back in the direction of the Hauptbahnhof, ultimately to return to my hotel, but first to have lunch. I found what I wanted at Kakadu, which features a well-stocked bar</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfyBo-JZiKk/YR08-ldzHwI/AAAAAAACEg8/5MN02B_r7xMhgcoZmD6fQ_BkHkQwELeJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1640/61%2B-%2Bbar%2Bat%2BKakadu%252C%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1640" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfyBo-JZiKk/YR08-ldzHwI/AAAAAAACEg8/5MN02B_r7xMhgcoZmD6fQ_BkHkQwELeJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h418/61%2B-%2Bbar%2Bat%2BKakadu%252C%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bate.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>I chose a German...well, Austrian favorite, Wienerschnitzel, and was not disappointed.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN5TP1vEuUo/YR09U_3mPaI/AAAAAAACEhE/YNcQxqU90fMCBFXHbvAo9GsnvgPZ2jqlQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1369/63%2B-%2Bmy%2Bschnitzel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1369" data-original-width="1300" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN5TP1vEuUo/YR09U_3mPaI/AAAAAAACEhE/YNcQxqU90fMCBFXHbvAo9GsnvgPZ2jqlQCLcBGAsYHQ/w608-h640/63%2B-%2Bmy%2Bschnitzel.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><br /><p>The beer was tasty too - the "king" of beers?&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzgkaVv_Nek/YR09wU-_eEI/AAAAAAACEhM/rxAprt5teyImWeBAgd2MJGSckUgsEXOmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1327/60%2B-%2BKonig%2BPilsener%2B-%2Btasty%2Bbrew_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1327" data-original-width="650" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzgkaVv_Nek/YR09wU-_eEI/AAAAAAACEhM/rxAprt5teyImWeBAgd2MJGSckUgsEXOmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w314-h640/60%2B-%2BKonig%2BPilsener%2B-%2Btasty%2Bbrew_edited-1.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><br /><p>Maybe not, but when in Germany it's hard to go wrong, and <i>König</i> suited me fine.</p><p>The closer one gets to the station, the more crowded, both with people and with eateries, the area becomes.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1kcbAPDuc4/YR0-iqsGdzI/AAAAAAACEhU/UWQfQ8RPkOU8ixwwqI3OGv4cf-SuagWRwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/23%2B-%2Ball%2Bkinds%2Bof%2Bstreet%2Bfood%2Bnear%2Brail%2Bstation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1269" data-original-width="1700" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1kcbAPDuc4/YR0-iqsGdzI/AAAAAAACEhU/UWQfQ8RPkOU8ixwwqI3OGv4cf-SuagWRwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h478/23%2B-%2Ball%2Bkinds%2Bof%2Bstreet%2Bfood%2Bnear%2Brail%2Bstation.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>One last photo for you, of the Hauptbahnhof - view it, there is little question that it is <i>haupt</i>.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sgMcOjtOdI/YR0-3Y8PXJI/AAAAAAACEhc/GGUoOs-LCMMeqLn7Axm5ILHmeo5hfhY8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1467/25%2BHauptbahnhof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="1467" height="586" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3sgMcOjtOdI/YR0-3Y8PXJI/AAAAAAACEhc/GGUoOs-LCMMeqLn7Axm5ILHmeo5hfhY8gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h586/25%2BHauptbahnhof.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>The next morning, very early, I caught a train to the airport, and on a travel day unlike my nightmarish train fiasco, fortune fortuned smiled. Several hours later I was back in the US, and only a few hours later back home. With a few exceptions it had been a wonderful three weeks.</p><p>I am writing this account nearly two years later. Thanks - not - to Covid I have not traveled abroad since, but I hope to in a few more months. I have booked a flight to Rome on 24 November, and am very excited, though the closer I get to my departure, and the more the Delta variant continues to plague us, I fear that I might have to cancel still another another trip across the pond. I so hope I will be able to make the trip, and if I do then shortly after you'll hear from me...if not then sometime in spring of 2022 - if the gods of plagues and travels allow. After all, la vita e troppo breve per Dottore Gianni...ciao a tutti!</p></span><p></p><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-9960688719789123042021-07-26T08:18:00.000-04:002021-07-26T08:18:47.631-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o 11: Last Day Trip from Avignon, to Orange<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Orange! Yes another ancient Roman city in Gaul, another place I visited on my own waaaay back in 1999, and the very last day trip (also on my own) of my very last trip abroad to date (Covid's fault, not my own). Located only a half hour or so from Avignon, with plenty of daily trains to and from, quite easy for me, and much desired by me.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The reason? One only, though I am sure there are others. I had a great urge to re-visit perhaps THE best preserved ancient Roman theatre in the world. In 1999 it was high on my list, as I was in Europe specifically to photograph famous performance spaces for my theatre history class. Ithaca College's slide collection was a woeful mess when I was offered a job in the Department of Theatre Arts. And while I began building the collection from my earliest days at IC, I had to wait for my first sabbatical leave to really (truly, madly, deeply) increase it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The center of old Orange is easily enough reached. I discarded the idea of a taxi as it was a pretty day, and instead walked briskly for between 12-15 minutes along a road that took me directly from station to ancient theatre.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The theatre is impossible to miss, and once found it seems at once a big deal and not a big deal, as upon entering the plaza on which it stands/of which it dominates, this is what the visitor is confronted with the huge (see white van at lower right for perspective) rear wall of the <i>scaena</i>, or scene house - overpowering, and not terribly attractive:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6AeK6wAYpg/YPhRBnbTUzI/AAAAAAACEak/YIsPYDOFwncVthSdFehKDO6RSwA-EBLuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1388/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B1%2B-%2Bthe%2Bscaena.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1315" data-original-width="1388" height="606" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6AeK6wAYpg/YPhRBnbTUzI/AAAAAAACEak/YIsPYDOFwncVthSdFehKDO6RSwA-EBLuwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h606/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B1%2B-%2Bthe%2Bscaena.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">Once inside, after paying a small entrance fee and walking through the at least as small souvenir shop, I was first caught up, looking to my left, in the <u>front</u> wall of the monumental <i>scaena frons</i> (the front of the <i>scaena</i> as well as the backdrop for the <i>pulpitum</i>, or stage.&nbsp;</span></span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QI-Jk5G4gA/YPhUrfrnPTI/AAAAAAACEa0/W0l1vADWuEMQXCKQ_gMVnkT8GPsXY06CACLcBGAsYHQ/s1296/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B2%2B-%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bthe%2Borchestra.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7QI-Jk5G4gA/YPhUrfrnPTI/AAAAAAACEa0/W0l1vADWuEMQXCKQ_gMVnkT8GPsXY06CACLcBGAsYHQ/w544-h640/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B2%2B-%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bthe%2Borchestra.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Then, looking to my right, I couldn't help noticing the <i>cavea</i>, the tiered, semicircular audience space.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naGRXXk-7nU/YPhTL_Qc5TI/AAAAAAACEas/2c-AphEJxzstq7bb-b97hO6vLNTapvtvACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B3%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bthe%2Borchestra%2Blooking%2Bup%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bcavea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1468" data-original-width="1700" height="552" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-naGRXXk-7nU/YPhTL_Qc5TI/AAAAAAACEas/2c-AphEJxzstq7bb-b97hO6vLNTapvtvACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h552/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B3%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bthe%2Borchestra%2Blooking%2Bup%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bcavea.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As I climbed up into the <i>cavea</i>, each time I stopped and turned back on the journey up, I got a an increasingly full and quite grand view of the most imposing <i>scaena frons</i> and in front of it, about 5 feet off the ground, the long, thin rectangular <i>pulpitum</i>, or stage.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LN-TSCkOy5U/YPhW-Rz58HI/AAAAAAACEa8/3WYoAnqLRaoJD6JcJdqtQFRWkqwty3D-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B6%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcenter%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bscaena%2Bfrons.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1094" data-original-width="1800" height="388" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LN-TSCkOy5U/YPhW-Rz58HI/AAAAAAACEa8/3WYoAnqLRaoJD6JcJdqtQFRWkqwty3D-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h388/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B6%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcenter%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bscaena%2Bfrons.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As Stevie Wonder used to sing it, "higher and higher."</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4KcbRUTr3k/YPhXl7k4yVI/AAAAAAACEbE/piHf6J6dCUESpbU66W1buDpe8usa26QHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1758/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B10%2Bfrom%2Bup%2Bcenter_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="1758" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4KcbRUTr3k/YPhXl7k4yVI/AAAAAAACEbE/piHf6J6dCUESpbU66W1buDpe8usa26QHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h400/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B10%2Bfrom%2Bup%2Bcenter_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">So!<i> scaena, scaena frons, pulpitum, cavea</i><i> - get it? got it? good! </i>There WILL be a quiz. There is only one statue on the <i>scaena frons</i>, that of Augustus Caesar, dead center. To get a better sense of what it might have looked like in the days of ancient Rome - or in this case Gaul - imagine the other niches on the wall also containing statuary - splendiferous, right? You should also notice three doors, largest at center, the other two flanking it.&nbsp;</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMv64CGwdFY/YPhc0b0gHKI/AAAAAAACEbM/FYsy_433E8g_poQblPlH3R2V0xaoBAjVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1187/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B20%2B-%2BCaesar%2Bup%2Bcenter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1187" data-original-width="777" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMv64CGwdFY/YPhc0b0gHKI/AAAAAAACEbM/FYsy_433E8g_poQblPlH3R2V0xaoBAjVwCLcBGAsYHQ/w418-h640/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B20%2B-%2BCaesar%2Bup%2Bcenter.jpg" width="418" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">(Above, the central door and the statue of Augustus.) Those three doors were used as entrances for the actors. Two other entrances/exits, at each end of the <i>pulpitum</i>. In ancient Greece these would have been spaces from which the chorus entered. But in the Roman era the chorus, a seminal part of Greek drama, was eliminated. But the end entrances were used, one of them said to head to the agora, or center of town, the other to head out into the country. Romans also loved spectacle, and frequently large parades were added to the drama, participants entering at one end of the theatre or the other.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Some of you have by now had enough or more than enough of learning about the parts of ancient Roman theatres. But I want to show you two more photos looking at either side of the stage and beyond.</span></p><p style="font-family: times;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtcL2uHd9eE/YPhga1CpT4I/AAAAAAACEbU/KGEdMp27EfU7IhDapRIoOBbq4CKFu_sMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B14%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bupper%2Bleft%2Bcavea_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1202" data-original-width="1800" height="428" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtcL2uHd9eE/YPhga1CpT4I/AAAAAAACEbU/KGEdMp27EfU7IhDapRIoOBbq4CKFu_sMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h428/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B14%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bupper%2Bleft%2Bcavea_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4H3LoZaDsk/YPhgsn24i9I/AAAAAAACEbc/WK6QDC4g5LUm3W4E55ZvIgOppyn5L6IiACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B7%2B-%2Bclosing%2Bin%2Bon%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bfew%2Bpieces%2Bof%2Bdecor%2Bthat%2Bfit%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bscaena%2Bfrons.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1231" data-original-width="1700" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4H3LoZaDsk/YPhgsn24i9I/AAAAAAACEbc/WK6QDC4g5LUm3W4E55ZvIgOppyn5L6IiACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h464/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B7%2B-%2Bclosing%2Bin%2Bon%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bfew%2Bpieces%2Bof%2Bdecor%2Bthat%2Bfit%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bscaena%2Bfrons.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I climbed higher in the <i>cavea</i>, on the hill it was built. The actors would have been pretty tiny from this height, but to the right there's a great view of Orange's rooftops, and beyond, the mountains.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yX0Uz59n0cU/YPhhrS6hMRI/AAAAAAACEbk/2OlTEY_hLrUfeQ9RgFbwH2m6DtlqA_-UACLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B8%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bhigh%2Bup%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcavea%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bright%2B-%2Broofs%2Band%2Bmountains.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1170" data-original-width="1800" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yX0Uz59n0cU/YPhhrS6hMRI/AAAAAAACEbk/2OlTEY_hLrUfeQ9RgFbwH2m6DtlqA_-UACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h416/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B8%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bhigh%2Bup%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcavea%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bright%2B-%2Broofs%2Band%2Bmountains.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And to the left, the remains of an ancient Roman Temple</span></p><p></p><p style="font-family: times;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSiG_uz2B5k/YPhiHZkYeJI/AAAAAAACEbs/tdl__DIobGIH4_4xDnc9FtRZ708NMRUVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1415/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B18%2B-%2Bvestiges%2Bof%2Ba%2BRoman%2Btemple%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Btheatre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1343" data-original-width="1415" height="608" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YSiG_uz2B5k/YPhiHZkYeJI/AAAAAAACEbs/tdl__DIobGIH4_4xDnc9FtRZ708NMRUVQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h608/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B18%2B-%2Bvestiges%2Bof%2Ba%2BRoman%2Btemple%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Btheatre.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The wooden floor of the pulpitum is pretty obviously newer than the rest of the stone theatre. It was placed there in the 20th century for summer productions of opera held here - still held, though I'm fairly certain that in summer 2020 no festival was held, probably not this summer either.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One last shot of the scaena frons and pulpitum, with a few people looking at it, just for perspective.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltR7Gq5X0eo/YPhjQ9kENFI/AAAAAAACEb0/5g3m1ILl5JI3OFQcJY-hKkWFN4MeEpy9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B16%2B-%2Bpulpitum%2Band%2Bscaena%2Bfrons.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="1700" height="440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ltR7Gq5X0eo/YPhjQ9kENFI/AAAAAAACEb0/5g3m1ILl5JI3OFQcJY-hKkWFN4MeEpy9gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h440/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B16%2B-%2Bpulpitum%2Band%2Bscaena%2Bfrons.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">All in all a beautiful theatrical experience.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In the Place du République, the square next to the theatre, there are several places to eat - I had a good omelette at one of them before heading back to Avignon.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BDAyCP2RPU/YPqs5SHXWdI/AAAAAAACEcM/0lqoVieRGwEtJCNrJ51M6WJQrxDSjcKNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B23%2B-%2Bjust%2Bacross%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2BRoman%2BTheatre%2BOrange%2Bboasts%2Bat%2Bleast%2B5%2Bcafe-restaurants%2B-%2BI%2Bate%2Ban%2Bundistingushed%2Bmeal%2Bat%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthem.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1297" data-original-width="1700" height="488" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BDAyCP2RPU/YPqs5SHXWdI/AAAAAAACEcM/0lqoVieRGwEtJCNrJ51M6WJQrxDSjcKNQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h488/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B23%2B-%2Bjust%2Bacross%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2BRoman%2BTheatre%2BOrange%2Bboasts%2Bat%2Bleast%2B5%2Bcafe-restaurants%2B-%2BI%2Bate%2Ban%2Bundistingushed%2Bmeal%2Bat%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthem.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">In addition, there is a small museum of history and art, admission included in your ticket to see the theatre.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I found this statue (see below), in the square and facing the gigantic scaena, dramatic and impressive, if somewhat enigmatic.&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fjC4XQZuFU/YPqufUp5MjI/AAAAAAACEcc/i0HLBBcQf1gDGCWCVj0-Zec58EQh6VOEQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1911/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B25%2B-%2Bstatue%2Bnear%2Btheatre%2Bin%2BOrange%2BOct%2B19.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1911" data-original-width="1235" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4fjC4XQZuFU/YPqufUp5MjI/AAAAAAACEcc/i0HLBBcQf1gDGCWCVj0-Zec58EQh6VOEQCLcBGAsYHQ/w414-h640/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B25%2B-%2Bstatue%2Bnear%2Btheatre%2Bin%2BOrange%2BOct%2B19.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I had to do a bit of digging to find the "meaning." Want to know what it is? An artist named Injalbert created it. "The theme of [his] composition is 'L'ame antique remettant le flambeau de l'art au genie moderne' ('the spirit of antiquity re-igniting the flame of modern art')." Get it? Got it. Good!</span></p></span><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">And on walk back to the rail station, I couldn't help noticing this clearly impressive (well, impressively named) place - New Jack. Has a ring to it. I'm afraid that I remain Old Jack, but glad to see that there's a newer, younger, brighter version.</span></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EerAoK-nj0/YPqtOwEZkBI/AAAAAAACEcU/j2VaqSrv_HYQxWy1FG0V9TJkojCq2cr1QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1429/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B21%2B-%2Bas%2BI%2Bwas%2Bleaving%2B-%2Bnew%2BJack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1429" data-original-width="1400" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--EerAoK-nj0/YPqtOwEZkBI/AAAAAAACEcU/j2VaqSrv_HYQxWy1FG0V9TJkojCq2cr1QCLcBGAsYHQ/w628-h640/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B21%2B-%2Bas%2BI%2Bwas%2Bleaving%2B-%2Bnew%2BJack.jpg" width="628" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br />And that is that! Except for a few details, travel nightmares and the day I spent in Frankfurt before I flew back to the U.S., which I'll write about in my next blog, my last trip abroad pre-pandemic came to an end. What a journey! I only hope that those of you who read this blog will have at at least as much fun, good weather, and new adventures, as I did on my three weeks in the South of France.&nbsp;</span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Au Revoir et Merci!<br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p style="font-family: times;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-12737943344106251122021-07-08T09:25:00.003-04:002021-07-08T09:25:42.391-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o 10 : Two Day trips from Avignon (Vauclose, Rousillon & Gordes; and Roman Sites<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The day trips I took from Avignon are proof that Provence is relatively compact. I refuse to drive in Europe. I don't like to drive even at home in the US. Trains are for me, but when I can't get to a place by train I sign up for organized day tours. Full-day trips are available, but at my age I tire easily, even on&nbsp; 8-9 hour tours, whereas 11-12 hour tours have become out of the question. Avignon is rife with long-ish tours but I was able to see a good bit of the area around it on half-day organized mini-van tours.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The first of these excursions led me to the Luberon, an area filled with hill towns in beautiful settings, brought to a life of sorts by Peter Mayles in his books on the area. I think I must be one of the few people that don't enjoy reading Mayles, possibly because I'm a pauper and he was clearly wealthy enough to rig up a posh villa in this expensive area. Ah well, doesn't matter, he is of course mentioned in organized tours, but I prefer a Luberon without the condescending tones of that author.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The tour I booked included a stream that seems to spring out of nowhere, near Vauclose (just outside the official boundaries of the Luberon, but every bit as beautiful), the dramatically set gray-white town of Gordes, and the beautiful, ochre-hued village of Rousillon.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Driving off the main roads as we neared Vauclose, we entered an almost Medieval world. The church there looks like it was not so much built, as grown naturally out of the land.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4uLenkVc9s/YONmSeLuP7I/AAAAAAACEO4/McW4vdit7jI-lTBVBwBvvY7YpxhPoHhUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B1%2B-%2Bchurch%2Bin%2BVaucluse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1700" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4uLenkVc9s/YONmSeLuP7I/AAAAAAACEO4/McW4vdit7jI-lTBVBwBvvY7YpxhPoHhUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h484/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B1%2B-%2Bchurch%2Bin%2BVaucluse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were given time on our own, and could choose to walk uphill in an attempt to find the secret source of the stream that runs above and through Vauclose, or to stroll/shop around the tiny town, or simply to have a cafe au lait and pastries.&nbsp;</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgaiylmQ9B0/YONnCs5QvyI/AAAAAAACEPA/wqu4KM2RpTA8FH1prbujj16EqTFofZWlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1650/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B2%2B-%2Bthe%2Barea%2Baround%2Bthe%2Bsecret%2Bfountain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1288" data-original-width="1650" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NgaiylmQ9B0/YONnCs5QvyI/AAAAAAACEPA/wqu4KM2RpTA8FH1prbujj16EqTFofZWlwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h500/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B2%2B-%2Bthe%2Barea%2Baround%2Bthe%2Bsecret%2Bfountain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HqrtXgcD4s/YONnMUVUf_I/AAAAAAACEPE/Fr4BCfBDKtsZfWF_qLI480dRlsdQ6dVlACLcBGAsYHQ/s1213/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B5%2Bthe%2Bmtn%2Band%2Bthe%2Bwater.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1213" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HqrtXgcD4s/YONnMUVUf_I/AAAAAAACEPE/Fr4BCfBDKtsZfWF_qLI480dRlsdQ6dVlACLcBGAsYHQ/w448-h640/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B5%2Bthe%2Bmtn%2Band%2Bthe%2Bwater.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I chose the first option, walking briskly up a not terribly steep hillside along what seems a magical river.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tr27_-y8pq8/YONnzEbPXcI/AAAAAAACEPQ/fr8yEfUtWDI-Aas6A8TSUUUuzxhAWTDrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bgreen%2Bgreen%2Bstream.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1042" data-original-width="1700" height="392" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tr27_-y8pq8/YONnzEbPXcI/AAAAAAACEPQ/fr8yEfUtWDI-Aas6A8TSUUUuzxhAWTDrQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h392/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bgreen%2Bgreen%2Bstream.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The photo above is not doctored. The emerald green is achieved by the algae that cover the riverbed. Perhaps the sun and the time of day added to its appearance, but I was mesmerized.&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE5FxTs2eoU/YONq3a3YlOI/AAAAAAACEPY/QOVWNpA_aYY_xfJKwESUbC_WsLTQHktgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1311/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B7%2Bstreams%2Bconverging.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1311" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE5FxTs2eoU/YONq3a3YlOI/AAAAAAACEPY/QOVWNpA_aYY_xfJKwESUbC_WsLTQHktgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w390-h640/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B7%2Bstreams%2Bconverging.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Walking closer and closer (and up and up) to the source there is more than one rushing streams - three by my count, though I think legend has it that there are seven - which gradually converge into the river that flows peacefully through Vauclose.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There are tales about the source of its origins. My favorite has a traveling minstrel asleep on the way to the spring awakened by a nymph... there's more to the story, diamonds that reveal gushing streams of water, etc...but isn't that enough to tease you into a quick "Google" to read a bit more on the subject?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The mysterious atmosphere is aided by a cave most of the way up the climb</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVbz2quynfk/YONtRTVUEVI/AAAAAAACEPg/L-h_ZABh4SwyT3F-fSo3LXEVMVC4dv5sACLcBGAsYHQ/s1151/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B10%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcave.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVbz2quynfk/YONtRTVUEVI/AAAAAAACEPg/L-h_ZABh4SwyT3F-fSo3LXEVMVC4dv5sACLcBGAsYHQ/w500-h640/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B10%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcave.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and if you have enough French you might get hints to the secret of the Fontaine de Vauclose (below).&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54IV7xS5KHo/YONtrik1WwI/AAAAAAACEPo/FZYMzLQ0ydMIhQi6A3rjihwTxUiwMzTaQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1515/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B12%2B-%2Bthe%2Bfountain%2527s%2Bsecret.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1295" data-original-width="1515" height="548" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54IV7xS5KHo/YONtrik1WwI/AAAAAAACEPo/FZYMzLQ0ydMIhQi6A3rjihwTxUiwMzTaQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h548/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B12%2B-%2Bthe%2Bfountain%2527s%2Bsecret.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I did not have the French for it, and I never discovered the secret, alas, but after a bit of a climb up I was able to ponder it as well as to enjoy the view on the lovely walk back down to the village.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbclNA_OYJ0/YONuLGD-XoI/AAAAAAACEPw/iSx5kswQYC4q3Tb7OjQ__yiyaYiYhXLtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2Bcalm%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="1700" height="462" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbclNA_OYJ0/YONuLGD-XoI/AAAAAAACEPw/iSx5kswQYC4q3Tb7OjQ__yiyaYiYhXLtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h462/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2Bcalm%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I would have gladly spent a bit more time there, but I came, I saw, and so what if I did not conquer?&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQqjuA54n-E/YONua5_-r-I/AAAAAAACEP4/ULS0THGMGREYu3ssWW46jpesANh_pm8KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1193/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B19%2B-%2Bback%2Bto%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1193" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQqjuA54n-E/YONua5_-r-I/AAAAAAACEP4/ULS0THGMGREYu3ssWW46jpesANh_pm8KQCLcBGAsYHQ/w456-h640/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B19%2B-%2Bback%2Bto%2Btown.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We moved on next to a view in the distance of Gordes.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyLCXLfmFJ0/YOR6VeQsyUI/AAAAAAACEQA/nY0PFximdIsWSSb4tQlVSNjaoh8so00GACLcBGAsYHQ/s1257/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B20%2B-%2BGordes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="1257" height="624" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyLCXLfmFJ0/YOR6VeQsyUI/AAAAAAACEQA/nY0PFximdIsWSSb4tQlVSNjaoh8so00GACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h624/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B20%2B-%2BGordes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">That great view was all we were to see of it, and it was certainly enough me, mainly because during World War II Gordes had been a hive of the resistance. The Germans bombed it nearly out of existence, enough so that it had to be rebuilt from scratch after the war. Its charming setting from a distance is more than enough, as the place itself is "new to look old" per the guide. One from the group of three older American couples, ardent worshippers of the great god Trump, complained that Gordes was listed on the tour and insisted that we should see it, but though he grumbled about it he was overruled by the great ruler of that city, Monsieur Jackie, who forbade any Trumpists from entering his city (looks a bit like me...hmmmm)&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9NxGzc1_Bw/YOR72TruEyI/AAAAAAACEQI/M4_WYHxdXy4kjw3U9TGc9H3rzgCQIfADwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1176/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B22%2B-%2Bthe%2Bking%2Band%2Bhis%2Bcity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1176" data-original-width="950" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9NxGzc1_Bw/YOR72TruEyI/AAAAAAACEQI/M4_WYHxdXy4kjw3U9TGc9H3rzgCQIfADwCLcBGAsYHQ/w324-h400/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B22%2B-%2Bthe%2Bking%2Band%2Bhis%2Bcity.jpg" width="324" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The truth is that the same fellow had made us VERY late in leaving Avignon, at the set time of departure he was MIA. Turns out he had driven the few minutes from his inner city hotel, but couldn't find a place to park and dropped his wife near the meeting point, then kept on driving to find one. Our practically saintly guide patiently explained via the wife's mobile phone that there was a place very nearby where he could park, and, led to it he did, but by the time all was said and done we had been kept waiting nearly an hour by a couple that couldn't find it in themselves to walk the short distance from their hotel. Of course he complained as we were driving how this would never have happened back home, that we had much more room and availability to park back in the good old US of A. The ugly American rears his head! But the polite tour guide explained that we had to get back on schedule (he didn't SAY as much but this was clearly because of the boorish American).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">All this nonsense settled (though the guy kept on grousing) off we went towards much greener pastures.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Did I just write "greener"? I should have called our next and last stop "more ochre-esque" if that's the word. For, while the large amounts of limestone in Provence are the common building blocks for much of it, the beautiful village of Roussillon is made mostly from the rusty-reddish rocks that surround it and is best known for its hues of ochre.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kCWhCfNEJ0/YOSh375exRI/AAAAAAACEQQ/LRyi-zwTz1Id-izpb_Y3A57EmIUns2DUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B29%2B-%2BRoussillon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1378" data-original-width="1600" height="552" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7kCWhCfNEJ0/YOSh375exRI/AAAAAAACEQQ/LRyi-zwTz1Id-izpb_Y3A57EmIUns2DUQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h552/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B29%2B-%2BRoussillon.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Above, Roussillon as we approached it.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoN9xs5cbdU/YOSiucYJJrI/AAAAAAACEQY/Oi1e7y8x8zg_Iw9_DJc0OqbANhU3RGT7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2Bochre%2Btwo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="1700" height="410" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoN9xs5cbdU/YOSiucYJJrI/AAAAAAACEQY/Oi1e7y8x8zg_Iw9_DJc0OqbANhU3RGT7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h410/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2Bochre%2Btwo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The ochre surrounding it (above and below)</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5VP9-BCuMQ/YOSjBiZO-zI/AAAAAAACEQg/yUuSkBaksCw1llMQ5GZdWikkS0jVIpxmACLcBGAsYHQ/s1122/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B37%2B-%2Banother%2Bstudy%2Bin%2Bochres.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="1050" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f5VP9-BCuMQ/YOSjBiZO-zI/AAAAAAACEQg/yUuSkBaksCw1llMQ5GZdWikkS0jVIpxmACLcBGAsYHQ/w598-h640/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B37%2B-%2Banother%2Bstudy%2Bin%2Bochres.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And a few of the results in the city. A small ochre-hued road</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmzzl1-6-qs/YOSkCZSRk0I/AAAAAAACEQo/-MZSco555uEFgKZ4qQ5ZrLDjveR3NdRJwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1102/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Bochre%2Bstreet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1102" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmzzl1-6-qs/YOSkCZSRk0I/AAAAAAACEQo/-MZSco555uEFgKZ4qQ5ZrLDjveR3NdRJwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Bochre%2Bstreet.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Different shades of ochre in the houses as we approached the farm market</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14DAFqYAcaE/YOSkPwMoaXI/AAAAAAACEQs/mzpRlSVrpEgfuYs7Mxs54b6p9mAqN_Q8wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2Ba%2Bvery%2Bochre%2Bmarket.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1700" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14DAFqYAcaE/YOSkPwMoaXI/AAAAAAACEQs/mzpRlSVrpEgfuYs7Mxs54b6p9mAqN_Q8wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h470/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2Ba%2Bvery%2Bochre%2Bmarket.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Even the foliage is ochre! Granted I visited in autumn...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHJCmerBvg/YOSk3Pgae2I/AAAAAAACEQ4/ReuAscry4Aoz0Gn1tvUC1S21ckCVxK8XwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1400/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2Beven%2Bthe%2Bfoliage%2Bis%2Bocher.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1214" data-original-width="1400" height="554" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrHJCmerBvg/YOSk3Pgae2I/AAAAAAACEQ4/ReuAscry4Aoz0Gn1tvUC1S21ckCVxK8XwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h554/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2Beven%2Bthe%2Bfoliage%2Bis%2Bocher.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87K_HKSOnBA/YOSlCYHdjLI/AAAAAAACEQ8/KXf_l3nsWY49j07npScG9nbBBiNqD9RAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B43%2B-%2BI%2Brest%2Bmy%2Bcase.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1444" data-original-width="1500" height="616" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87K_HKSOnBA/YOSlCYHdjLI/AAAAAAACEQ8/KXf_l3nsWY49j07npScG9nbBBiNqD9RAQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h616/day%2B15%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B2%2B43%2B-%2BI%2Brest%2Bmy%2Bcase.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The bright and beautiful Roussillon could not be topped and was best saved for last. In spite of the ugly American(s) it was a fine tour.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">********</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On my third day in/out of Avignon I climbed into another minivan with 5 or 6 others (more Trump troglodytes I fear, but one very nice British fellow) and a VERY smart guide to see a few of the many Roman sites in the area. This, after all, was once known as Gaul, and several cities date back as far as Ancient Rome.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Two of the best-preserved are located in Nimes, our first stop. First we had a look at the beautiful Maison Carrée.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgxobBetvkQ/YOXqibuiLbI/AAAAAAACERI/uqf2IDpWOKQ2XMEqeB7o3xCmxv4HjtzXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B2%2B-%2Bmaison%2BCarree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1351" data-original-width="1600" height="540" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgxobBetvkQ/YOXqibuiLbI/AAAAAAACERI/uqf2IDpWOKQ2XMEqeB7o3xCmxv4HjtzXwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h540/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B2%2B-%2Bmaison%2BCarree.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There have been several restorations to the building, originally built before 4 and 7 A.D., but its basic shape and layout have not changed. It is an excellent example of Vitruvian symmetry and balance (think Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man drawing), named for the ancient architect Vitruvius, not only important when he lived, in ancient Rome, but tremendously influential on the Renaissance. Below is the entrance.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DUEq7zv4Ok/YOXsUVY32EI/AAAAAAACERQ/Hx2vRxgUoZ8uebGAfVVf1BLBHQu3lDYsQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1079/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B3%2B-MC%2Bfrontal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DUEq7zv4Ok/YOXsUVY32EI/AAAAAAACERQ/Hx2vRxgUoZ8uebGAfVVf1BLBHQu3lDYsQCLcBGAsYHQ/w564-h640/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B3%2B-MC%2Bfrontal.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Next, still in Nimes, we visited the admirable amphitheatre, one of the largest and best preserved of the many that dotted the landscape of Roman Italy and conquered countries.&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGxJOJRftr4/YOXs2nlZJnI/AAAAAAACERY/KPIblx-tD3QZGzPRwSacHQfQf1eAUPoMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B8%2B%2Bthe%2Bamphitheatre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1700" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uGxJOJRftr4/YOXs2nlZJnI/AAAAAAACERY/KPIblx-tD3QZGzPRwSacHQfQf1eAUPoMQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h326/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B8%2B%2Bthe%2Bamphitheatre.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Built in about 70 A.D.,it is still in use today, mostly for special events and bullfighting. Thus the statue of the matador, along with his faithful assistant, Dottore Gianni.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rayWvwADYUo/YOXuCfm7I5I/AAAAAAACERg/o3oexf3JEeYEwzaoFMxHTE09edOF-p4-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B6%2Bdj%2Band%2Btor%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1139" data-original-width="1700" height="428" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rayWvwADYUo/YOXuCfm7I5I/AAAAAAACERg/o3oexf3JEeYEwzaoFMxHTE09edOF-p4-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h428/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B6%2Bdj%2Band%2Btor%2B2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It was being prepared for an event of some kind when we visited, so the interior was cluttered and a bit of a mess. Hardly the Colosseum, but much more complete.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p28C3vdYvxQ/YOXuM9CeepI/AAAAAAACERk/a2fgdxwJmAABiDhfQWIwHjCkPd7oClC3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B9%2Bthe%2Barena%2Band%2Bthe%2Btent.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1005" data-original-width="1700" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p28C3vdYvxQ/YOXuM9CeepI/AAAAAAACERk/a2fgdxwJmAABiDhfQWIwHjCkPd7oClC3gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h378/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B9%2Bthe%2Barena%2Band%2Bthe%2Btent.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There are also views to be had when you get to the top of the upper tier.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skadj1bQ0no/YOXuoz8vufI/AAAAAAACERs/G4QrO2W6CB4ttw2cNXAuWIP5vMWXRGB1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B14%2B-%2Bview%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1700" height="264" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skadj1bQ0no/YOXuoz8vufI/AAAAAAACERs/G4QrO2W6CB4ttw2cNXAuWIP5vMWXRGB1ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h264/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B14%2B-%2Bview%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I had been waiting for decades to see these two monuments, and I was not disappointed, though I was crushed that our tour did not include the apparently brilliant brand new Museum of Rome. Had I allowed more time on my trip to France I would have returned on a train from Avignon just to visit this on a solo visit, but...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJVuO-IJK-E/YOXvScUa8-I/AAAAAAACER0/XHpBxKwSie8AtrvAbihGUpVj9WlDrRIjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B16%2B-%2BRoman%2BMuseum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1206" data-original-width="1700" height="454" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJVuO-IJK-E/YOXvScUa8-I/AAAAAAACER0/XHpBxKwSie8AtrvAbihGUpVj9WlDrRIjwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h454/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B16%2B-%2BRoman%2BMuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Walking back to our van we stopped at an interesting if somewhat unusual statue:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pcwSYKOkcK8/YOXvpqEm1_I/AAAAAAACER8/9GAa9HAPm7ITJqoaF70zxu4x9C2vSC9QgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1207/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B17%2B-%2Bthe%2Blady%2Bof%2BNimes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1207" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pcwSYKOkcK8/YOXvpqEm1_I/AAAAAAACER8/9GAa9HAPm7ITJqoaF70zxu4x9C2vSC9QgCLcBGAsYHQ/w504-h640/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B17%2B-%2Bthe%2Blady%2Bof%2BNimes.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One might guess that this is a Christian statue, Mary the mother of Christ perhaps, but she is more Marianne than Mary. But she is the Lady of Nimes, standing figuratively as well as literally for the city. The "Marianne" I just refers to a symbol of the French Revolution, young women who were every bit as much involved in toppling the monarch as their men. Atop her head would seem to be a crown (if Christian, Mary, Queen of Heaven?), or halo -&nbsp; mais non! Instead it is a tiny model of the Maison Carrée!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Next on our itinerary, the ancient city of Uzès: And ancient it is, another Roman-founded town, beginning in the 5th century A.D. it was known for its civility and tolerance, as a group of Jews settled there at that time, and Ferrol, Bishop of the place, is said to have been friendly in general, even inviting them to eat at his home. For this he was reported and forced to turn on his guests, forcing them to become Christian or to leave the city. He later was made a saint. One would like to believe it was for his tolerance of the Jews, but more likely for the opposite reason. Jews were expelled from the area in 614 A.D. In the early 8th century it was taken by Muslims who made the city its northernmost stronghold, but the legendary Charles Martel took the city. But Uzès seems to have been prone to tolerance. In the 13th century a small group of Jews was hosted there, along with Cathars (a Catholic heretics violently opposed by the Church proper.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e34dZGz_7ls/YOX6viWx3ZI/AAAAAAACESE/IzHDuph-SBUixZWq5-KaiAGMYhtMs0cSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B19%2Ban%2Bentrance%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="1700" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e34dZGz_7ls/YOX6viWx3ZI/AAAAAAACESE/IzHDuph-SBUixZWq5-KaiAGMYhtMs0cSgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h438/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B19%2Ban%2Bentrance%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Whatever its history has to offer, today the old center of Uzès (one of the entrances to the center is pictured above) is mostly pedestrianized, and to walk through its warren of tiny streets is to head back in time. We were given a good bit of time to wander. A few photos of streets, lanes, and alleys that I found particularly appealing.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQh5fRWCFnc/YOX7biscQUI/AAAAAAACESM/mG-qE-0cY-MjhVS3mHX5KgsAY_uoQDECwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1198/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B24%2BUzes%2Bstreet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1198" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQh5fRWCFnc/YOX7biscQUI/AAAAAAACESM/mG-qE-0cY-MjhVS3mHX5KgsAY_uoQDECwCLcBGAsYHQ/w454-h640/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B24%2BUzes%2Bstreet.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10cD47XfYGk/YOX7k-uCoxI/AAAAAAACESQ/Zg7VZojLFpE0lfPSnCESY_rSCN_kGJ_HgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1061/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B21%2B-Uzes%2Bstreet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1061" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-10cD47XfYGk/YOX7k-uCoxI/AAAAAAACESQ/Zg7VZojLFpE0lfPSnCESY_rSCN_kGJ_HgCLcBGAsYHQ/w604-h640/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B21%2B-Uzes%2Bstreet.jpg" width="604" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj-V8qZHdiY/YOX7tKyyXUI/AAAAAAACESY/8kTqmTBOWWM0REs8_o9StzcrOvJ5jBHEQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1179/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2B-%2BUzes%2Bbldg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1179" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj-V8qZHdiY/YOX7tKyyXUI/AAAAAAACESY/8kTqmTBOWWM0REs8_o9StzcrOvJ5jBHEQCLcBGAsYHQ/w488-h640/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2B-%2BUzes%2Bbldg.jpg" width="488" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Several of these tiny thoroughfares converge on a tree-lined square, which to my eyes, compared to the rest of the center is huge.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooQC_i8rMh0/YOX8NLSbaxI/AAAAAAACESk/EZ-PAZV5CdwlcUywPunhFjIEmctG_ikIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B26%2B-%2Bdelightful%2Bcentral%2Bsquare.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1197" data-original-width="1700" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooQC_i8rMh0/YOX8NLSbaxI/AAAAAAACESk/EZ-PAZV5CdwlcUywPunhFjIEmctG_ikIQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h450/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B26%2B-%2Bdelightful%2Bcentral%2Bsquare.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Also extremely pleasant! I chose an outdoor table at a tiny cafe and indulged in my first glass ever of Chateauneuf du Papes. A friendly and attractive woman suggested that I try a small platter to go with the vin extraordinaire, and the result was a perfect mid-morning snack.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doIDMGClRMY/YOX86OAuZgI/AAAAAAACESs/_uXikbpNYMoc57bMHpWDPyHWqz-aCVXPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2B-%2Bmy%2Bdelightful%2Blate%2Bmorning%2Bsnack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="1600" height="550" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doIDMGClRMY/YOX86OAuZgI/AAAAAAACESs/_uXikbpNYMoc57bMHpWDPyHWqz-aCVXPACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h550/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2B-%2Bmy%2Bdelightful%2Blate%2Bmorning%2Bsnack.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As one blogger put it, rather crassly (but I don't always reject the crass): is "a village that just oozes charm." (In fact I wish I'd thought of it!)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Last but certainly not least, a place just outside Uzès, not a town, simply a site and what a sight!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Our final stop was the most exciting of this tour. I have seen photo after photo of the Pont du Gard, but none really prepared me for experiencing in person.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Before I go any further, I can explain (in a way that our very bright tour guide did not) a connection between Nimes, Uzès and the Pont du Gard, other than "Roman Sites." Indeed, our guide admitted that in&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Uzès there are no sights from Ancient Rome in the village. It dates back to Rome, but seemed much more Medieval when I explored it. The connection is an aqueduct,&nbsp;the most famous (and visible) section of which is the legendary&nbsp;Pont du Gard. But much of the aqueduct's course was underground.&nbsp;Uzès is important in that the source of water for the aqueduct is located just next to it. Not far from&nbsp;Uzès is the most visible portion - the Pont du Gard. How does Nimes fit in? As the destination of the aqueduct, 50 kilometers from its source, is that city. The entire purpose of the aqueduct was to provide water for that important Roman city.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">How about that? You're very welcome.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There is a very nice if a tad touristy area built up only a short walk from the Pont du Gard.&nbsp;Here's a plan of it posted at that area.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBYjky3NGGM/YOb4pN5thaI/AAAAAAACETE/avstkEpXsxYg2zVrICOM9wjhtP5V66kfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1733/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B80%2B-%2Bthe%2Bplan%2Bof%2Bthe%2Barea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="959" data-original-width="1733" height="354" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBYjky3NGGM/YOb4pN5thaI/AAAAAAACETE/avstkEpXsxYg2zVrICOM9wjhtP5V66kfACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h354/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B80%2B-%2Bthe%2Bplan%2Bof%2Bthe%2Barea.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Here you'll find shops, eateries, all-important rest rooms and a small museum on the topic of aqueduct. From there one proceeds along a path that turns slightly to reveal a first view of part of the Pont.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwvoL5grUVI/YObyovciFtI/AAAAAAACES0/YO5NCdU62O0UyeR1THchISA3t-m3MT8SACLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B65%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bsiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="1800" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WwvoL5grUVI/YObyovciFtI/AAAAAAACES0/YO5NCdU62O0UyeR1THchISA3t-m3MT8SACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h272/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B65%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bsiting.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">At that slight turn you can see three olive trees - you can see a boy walking towards them, and a plaque which explains that one of them is more than 1,000 years old.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wsl90BnreA/YObzzCcyuBI/AAAAAAACES8/zaTuQF2dAqwbSx4j3A3ge07MihtgEnMDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B68%2B-%2Btale%2Bof%2B3%2Bolive%2Btrees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1609" data-original-width="2000" height="514" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2wsl90BnreA/YObzzCcyuBI/AAAAAAACES8/zaTuQF2dAqwbSx4j3A3ge07MihtgEnMDwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h514/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B68%2B-%2Btale%2Bof%2B3%2Bolive%2Btrees.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In part it reads" I was born in 908 A.D. in Spain and was planted by the Pont du Gard in 1988 - 1080 years later."</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIgEnjTJj8w/YOb5JEjkJrI/AAAAAAACETM/iwufMDtcR1oR9RJALbS8iZKDbjrwZT6JwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B69%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bolive%2Btrees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="1700" height="242" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kIgEnjTJj8w/YOb5JEjkJrI/AAAAAAACETM/iwufMDtcR1oR9RJALbS8iZKDbjrwZT6JwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h242/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B69%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bolive%2Btrees.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Might this have been done because in 1985 the Pont du Gard was named a World Heritage Site? Or to make the area around the Pont more beautiful? I've read both theories, but cannot be sure of either.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The closer I walked, the more dramatic the Pont became.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HinxMkT1BaU/YOb6PGH8LlI/AAAAAAACETU/m_OaPYsSQQguaHSUQwCE9AY_7KRC6agoQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B72%2B-%2BPont%2Bon%2Bangle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1234" data-original-width="1600" height="494" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HinxMkT1BaU/YOb6PGH8LlI/AAAAAAACETU/m_OaPYsSQQguaHSUQwCE9AY_7KRC6agoQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h494/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B72%2B-%2BPont%2Bon%2Bangle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">To see most of the Pont, cross to the other side, take a brief walk away from it and turn back:</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--svgXC-sFb4/YOb6byZaVAI/AAAAAAACETY/EpxMSqs9MbIK5wOxjB9_0V6YffwDOlHzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1669/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B77%2B-%2Bas%2Bmuch%2Bof%2Bit%2Bas%2Bi%2Bcan%2Bfet%2Bcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="1669" height="242" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--svgXC-sFb4/YOb6byZaVAI/AAAAAAACETY/EpxMSqs9MbIK5wOxjB9_0V6YffwDOlHzQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h242/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B77%2B-%2Bas%2Bmuch%2Bof%2Bit%2Bas%2Bi%2Bcan%2Bfet%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Wow! Correct?</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OwBIm9E9uc/YOb63xmUZhI/AAAAAAACETk/mlxMPsbJIK4r7sbxUCKGB3V4LKIG52OCACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B75%2B-%2Bkayaks%2Bunder%2Bthe%2BPont.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1203" data-original-width="1700" height="452" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1OwBIm9E9uc/YOb63xmUZhI/AAAAAAACETk/mlxMPsbJIK4r7sbxUCKGB3V4LKIG52OCACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h452/day%2B16%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B3%2B75%2B-%2Bkayaks%2Bunder%2Bthe%2BPont.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There is an even better view, but for that you must own or rent a kayak, or canoe, as the smart folk pictured above did. Had I more time...but I did not, alas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Pont du Gard ended the trip - talk about saving the best for last...and with that I end this post. I am saving the trip I took on my own, to see the Roman theatre at Orange, for the next one, in which I'll also describe the comedy of errors of my getting back to Frankfurt and flying home.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-11548452523785963562021-07-04T13:40:00.000-04:002021-07-04T13:40:00.823-04:00Bloggo sud de la France-o 9: Last Stop - I Found my Love, It's Avignon!<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Of all the places I visited on this trip to France(-o) Avignon is the only one I'd spent time on a previous trip - nearly 20 years before this journey in Fall 1999. Below you can see me hard at work at the Palais des Papes.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IE2gGOdI-v4/YMIXVuXfWRI/AAAAAAACEI8/tNB4yI-NFv824kL4CDN-kEub8bt5joPdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1344/Frere%2BJacques%2Bwith%2Bbeer%2Bin%2BAvignon%252C%2B4-99.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IE2gGOdI-v4/YMIXVuXfWRI/AAAAAAACEI8/tNB4yI-NFv824kL4CDN-kEub8bt5joPdACLcBGAsYHQ/w381-h640/Frere%2BJacques%2Bwith%2Bbeer%2Bin%2BAvignon%252C%2B4-99.jpg" width="381" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On that trip, a Spring 1999 sabbatical from Ithaca College, my objective was to visit theatrical capitals in Europe, to take notes on theatre in those places, and especially to take photos that would enhance my Theatre History slide collection. Two of several pics I took on that journey in Avignon are below. First the grand old opera house, where I had a seat in the loges for La Boheme. Seated next to me was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen - anywhere. Alas for reasons quite other than in the plot of the tragedy played out in front of us ("Mimi! Mimi! Mimi!") my heart was broken. She smiled and chatted briefly, then politely ignored me throughout.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COzDLMp8ysY/YMIXlqQF0LI/AAAAAAACEJE/lcY1zFHauk4gOUpF6zDJTfgB8t25FBBFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1267/opera%2Bhouse%252C%2BAvignon%2B5-99.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1267" data-original-width="842" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-COzDLMp8ysY/YMIXlqQF0LI/AAAAAAACEJE/lcY1zFHauk4gOUpF6zDJTfgB8t25FBBFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w426-h640/opera%2Bhouse%252C%2BAvignon%2B5-99.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And next, a tiny theatre at the other end of the opulence scale. There are many, many of these little playing spaces in Avignon, but few have a name as evocative as this:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RG8BsOKXGM/YMIZALfrjoI/AAAAAAACEJM/J6O85UymaeUxfUOL7z3XLeuXkKpLt9RvACLcBGAsYHQ/s1258/theatre%2Bdu%2Ble%2Bchien%2Bqui%2Bfume%252C%2BAvignon%252C%2B4-99.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1258" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RG8BsOKXGM/YMIZALfrjoI/AAAAAAACEJM/J6O85UymaeUxfUOL7z3XLeuXkKpLt9RvACLcBGAsYHQ/w406-h640/theatre%2Bdu%2Ble%2Bchien%2Bqui%2Bfume%252C%2BAvignon%252C%2B4-99.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The theatre of the "Dog That Smokes"? the "Smoking Dog"? Why not!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I doubled my time at Avignon in1999 not just because it is home to one of the greatest theatre festivals in the world (venues of which include the opera house as well as the modest house and its like). That's certainly true, but also for the reason that I developed a crush there - not on that woman in the loges from Avignon, but on the city itself.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In 2019 that springtime crush rushed back and grew into a deep love. I spent nearly a week there, but couldn't get enough of it, in part because on three of the days there I left it for two organized tours, and another on my own, to places nearby.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Solution? I just have to get back to Avignon to keep my love alive.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In this post I'll show you some of my favorite spots in the city, and photos from days 1and 4, which I spent in town all day, plus three or four more pics from my last day there, after I returned from a day trip. In my next few posts I'll detail the day trips I took out of the city. At least that's the plan.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">So, Avignon! Best known, notoriously, for the Great Schism, when the Roman Catholic Church split, and had not one but two popes...and for a short period of time three! Beginning in the late 14th century, lasting well into the 15th century (1378 to 1417) the Schism was a major embarrassment and the cause for major confusion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I'll leave the rest of that nearly 40 years to the history books. What remains of it in Avignon is the Palais de Papes. Some of the best views can be had from a park across the River Rhone.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bpD7mpYB58/YL9gj4v-30I/AAAAAAACEGY/3l_oF092oWQ_s0M7CzIob1TkDdsZkOjJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B5%2B-%2Bpdp%2Bacross%2Briver.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="947" data-original-width="1700" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8bpD7mpYB58/YL9gj4v-30I/AAAAAAACEGY/3l_oF092oWQ_s0M7CzIob1TkDdsZkOjJACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h356/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B5%2B-%2Bpdp%2Bacross%2Briver.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One of my favorite areas in the vicinity is what you could call the bridge to nowhere. Its real name is the Pont Saint Bénezet, aka the Pont d'Avignon.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGRPuUj5r9o/YL9i4-zWNbI/AAAAAAACEGg/3Bpo9EEwH4EFMqeZIFBDmGPv8p0id9-zQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B10%2B-%2Bthe%2Bfour%2Barches%2Bleft%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="1700" height="292" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGRPuUj5r9o/YL9i4-zWNbI/AAAAAAACEGg/3Bpo9EEwH4EFMqeZIFBDmGPv8p0id9-zQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h292/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B10%2B-%2Bthe%2Bfour%2Barches%2Bleft%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It was built in the 12th century purportedly by a young shepherd from Bénezet. Originally 900 meters long, with 22 arches, it was the only crossing point of the Rhone below Lyon. But it kept getting washed away and was abandoned in the 17th century. What remains are four arches and a chapel (dedicated oddly not to Saint B</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">é</span><span style="font-family: times;">nezet, but to Saint Nicholas).&nbsp; Much of the medieval city walls remain as well. Below is one of the entrances to the old city, with an interestingly modernist sculpture of silver balls nearby - if you look close you can see two bicyclists, for a sense of scale.</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKJNXVxg6qc/YL9jt7bsQyI/AAAAAAACEGo/-kkfdVL6RKYkm6RCf9aKUbyemnMBNmcJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B14%2B-%2Bancient%2Bwalls%2Band%2Bmodernist%2Bballs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="1700" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKJNXVxg6qc/YL9jt7bsQyI/AAAAAAACEGo/-kkfdVL6RKYkm6RCf9aKUbyemnMBNmcJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h370/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B14%2B-%2Bancient%2Bwalls%2Band%2Bmodernist%2Bballs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I checked into my hotel, very near the city walls and across from the rail station,&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4XGA3rFoMc/YL9krd5md6I/AAAAAAACEGw/aLsRy7OYFW4vqnIsQPBNKQCNQzR4RLxTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1257/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B23%2B-%2Bhotel%2Bext.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1257" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4XGA3rFoMc/YL9krd5md6I/AAAAAAACEGw/aLsRy7OYFW4vqnIsQPBNKQCNQzR4RLxTwCLcBGAsYHQ/w458-h640/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B23%2B-%2Bhotel%2Bext.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">found my room tiny but not unappealing,&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMacm69s12Y/YL9k1YLZAPI/AAAAAAACEG0/C6B9sTmb5RMOkKXWNsdM7xobMvGn0JgEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1100/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B24%2B-%2Bmy%2Bodd%2Blittle%2Broom.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aMacm69s12Y/YL9k1YLZAPI/AAAAAAACEG0/C6B9sTmb5RMOkKXWNsdM7xobMvGn0JgEgCLcBGAsYHQ/w524-h640/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B24%2B-%2Bmy%2Bodd%2Blittle%2Broom.jpg" width="524" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and immediately found a place nearby for a late lunch. The name of the classy brasserie was appropriate for an artsy type like me</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1U4x8OKsbhI/YL9lPqLk7EI/AAAAAAACEHA/SGcc00486kgA0MCrZ6oD5dqN-LyVW7x6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1622/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B15%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="1622" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1U4x8OKsbhI/YL9lPqLk7EI/AAAAAAACEHA/SGcc00486kgA0MCrZ6oD5dqN-LyVW7x6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h240/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B15%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The service was great&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeOZ_Gk3bbo/YL9lhnY5BMI/AAAAAAACEHI/MOWeTA5ojaMk2eYG0lYbZhLtVH2aeVXXgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1140/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B16%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmenu.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeOZ_Gk3bbo/YL9lhnY5BMI/AAAAAAACEHI/MOWeTA5ojaMk2eYG0lYbZhLtVH2aeVXXgCLcBGAsYHQ/w534-h640/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B16%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmenu.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and the food, while not exactly slimming, was really fine as well.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KRMu8-OLvs/YL9lrtABEgI/AAAAAAACEHM/2h93zjHsO6k71pp78xdOSfx3Ddx7RaH8wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1118/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B18%2B-%2Byes%2Banother%2Bchoucroute.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1118" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KRMu8-OLvs/YL9lrtABEgI/AAAAAAACEHM/2h93zjHsO6k71pp78xdOSfx3Ddx7RaH8wCLcBGAsYHQ/w516-h640/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B18%2B-%2Byes%2Banother%2Bchoucroute.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Off next to explore the town! At one edge of the alley where my hotel is located, there is a pleasant, somewhat eclectic park, featuring an abandoned church</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0KLln5jdnY/YMIQbNugQTI/AAAAAAACEIU/cCsEaQ6s2Uoc59xSqPuheCyE1VPk2KTYACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B20%2B-%2Bchurch%2Bin%2Bpark%2Bvery%2Bnear%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1182" data-original-width="1700" height="444" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B0KLln5jdnY/YMIQbNugQTI/AAAAAAACEIU/cCsEaQ6s2Uoc59xSqPuheCyE1VPk2KTYACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h444/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B20%2B-%2Bchurch%2Bin%2Bpark%2Bvery%2Bnear%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Ruins associated with the church</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GRcE7SgfmsM/YMIQ3__OMPI/AAAAAAACEIc/45OvB3faSIwWiUWdwvr8NqKCRXJUlPaZACLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B21%2B-%2Bgarden%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bchurch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="1500" height="608" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GRcE7SgfmsM/YMIQ3__OMPI/AAAAAAACEIc/45OvB3faSIwWiUWdwvr8NqKCRXJUlPaZACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h608/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B21%2B-%2Bgarden%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bchurch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and the most forlorn and lonely little British red phone booth I've ever seen. No, it's not functional.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFo9wQgCohw/YMIRA8OPGjI/AAAAAAACEIg/zoLy--qvHcow7Q_JRoRBT5TkkCp49pLigCLcBGAsYHQ/s1171/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B22%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmost%2Bforlorn%2BBrit%2Bred%2Bphone%2Bbooth.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFo9wQgCohw/YMIRA8OPGjI/AAAAAAACEIg/zoLy--qvHcow7Q_JRoRBT5TkkCp49pLigCLcBGAsYHQ/w438-h640/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B22%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmost%2Bforlorn%2BBrit%2Bred%2Bphone%2Bbooth.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I turned right from the park, and a block or two farther found the tourism office (the meeting point for day tours out of town), headed along the same road and strolled across the old town to one of its finest squares, the Place de l'Horlages.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTMa46-Z_Zo/YMIIlJz8xII/AAAAAAACEHc/Oi9tJHta2Z0G7zPF6pw0nFKRubS_8MkOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B52%2B-%2BDramatic%2Bbldg%2Bon%2Bplace%2Bd%2527Horloge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1418" data-original-width="1700" height="534" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTMa46-Z_Zo/YMIIlJz8xII/AAAAAAACEHc/Oi9tJHta2Z0G7zPF6pw0nFKRubS_8MkOQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h534/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B52%2B-%2BDramatic%2Bbldg%2Bon%2Bplace%2Bd%2527Horloge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>Home to a few impressive buildings, it includes,&nbsp;</span>at one edge and pictured&nbsp;above, l'hotel des Monnaies (the Monnaies townhouse).&nbsp; Dating from 1619 as home to the wealthy Bagni family, it is now a luxury hotel (meaning a place for rich tourists to spend a night or two, not a hotel in its original meaning as the residence of a rich family).&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The square also houses the imposing Hotel de Ville, where the local government conducts its business.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhqs-fyK87w/YMIJW5aJP-I/AAAAAAACEHk/A8Mr1YTu-z0rdJpzGFFLwXKVjvcU33nWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B28%2B-%2Bhotel%2Bde%2Bville%2Bin%2Bplace%2Bhorloge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="1500" height="542" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhqs-fyK87w/YMIJW5aJP-I/AAAAAAACEHk/A8Mr1YTu-z0rdJpzGFFLwXKVjvcU33nWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h542/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B28%2B-%2Bhotel%2Bde%2Bville%2Bin%2Bplace%2Bhorloge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Place de l'Horlage is also its own restaurant row - careful, some eateries are tourist traps and feature...maybe not the best food in Avignon.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRL089Wa-5s/YMIKtqFmtFI/AAAAAAACEHs/sOSdkahX8b8TUO07lwxOBQP6fErupBWeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B29%2B-%2Band%2Bacross%2BPlace%2BH%2B-%2Beateries.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1010" data-original-width="1700" height="380" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bRL089Wa-5s/YMIKtqFmtFI/AAAAAAACEHs/sOSdkahX8b8TUO07lwxOBQP6fErupBWeQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h380/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B29%2B-%2Band%2Bacross%2BPlace%2BH%2B-%2Beateries.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Behind one of those eateries you can find the Maison Jean Vilar, named for one of the great stage directors in 20th century France.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQuoHvncD84/YMITKaYGkVI/AAAAAAACEIs/YEpjyPsxG98i-pXMLObxnu1gQ6FZiGM5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1449/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B56%2B-%2BMaison%2BJean%2BVilar.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1449" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQuoHvncD84/YMITKaYGkVI/AAAAAAACEIs/YEpjyPsxG98i-pXMLObxnu1gQ6FZiGM5wCLcBGAsYHQ/w235-h400/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B56%2B-%2BMaison%2BJean%2BVilar.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It houses a library and exhibits of things theatrical. Ergo, perfect for Dottore Gianni. I spent a good bit of time there in 1999, just stopped in its courtyard this time around, but it's well worth a visit.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2S6p5ukcDIk/YMIM062YQCI/AAAAAAACEH0/UEdVyJMg7OIQadTOsA6gkZlAO7-xoH4yACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B50%2B-%2Bgood%2Bplacefor%2Ban%2Baperitif%2B-%2Bfacing%2BPdP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1147" data-original-width="1700" height="432" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2S6p5ukcDIk/YMIM062YQCI/AAAAAAACEH0/UEdVyJMg7OIQadTOsA6gkZlAO7-xoH4yACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h432/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B50%2B-%2Bgood%2Bplacefor%2Ban%2Baperitif%2B-%2Bfacing%2BPdP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A very well-situated eatery features a front row of chairs that turn their backs on tables. Why?&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">To gaze at the Palais des Papes, bien sur!&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb5KatmY50Q/YMIN2jy2U0I/AAAAAAACEH8/V8zqYfQVFjYe2CSN6Rud9w32OQ50cuDvwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1450/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B40%2B-%2BPdP%2Bup%2Bclose.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1319" data-original-width="1450" height="582" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb5KatmY50Q/YMIN2jy2U0I/AAAAAAACEH8/V8zqYfQVFjYe2CSN6Rud9w32OQ50cuDvwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h582/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B40%2B-%2BPdP%2Bup%2Bclose.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I scored a front row seat - the above pic shows my view. After I finished my aperitif I strolled along the gigantic ediface,</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mTeHFHcXEP8/YMIONSnPVTI/AAAAAAACEIE/Q9ox_RGPhJUcDx31J6-NDOA3maDmTHc2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B43%2B-%2Bcentral%2Bentrance%2Bof%2Bthe%2BPalais.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="1700" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mTeHFHcXEP8/YMIONSnPVTI/AAAAAAACEIE/Q9ox_RGPhJUcDx31J6-NDOA3maDmTHc2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B43%2B-%2Bcentral%2Bentrance%2Bof%2Bthe%2BPalais.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">to its far end to try to capture as much of the complex as possible in one photo - not easy!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc_PnJGI9hk/YMIOzaCqIPI/AAAAAAACEIM/aZK1LRsmz8cbmnNK6e5nEQooJj0TmFJzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1750/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B46%2B-%2BPdP%2B-%2Btoo%2Bbig%2Bto%2Bcapture%2Bwith%2Bone%2Bshot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="1750" height="380" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fc_PnJGI9hk/YMIOzaCqIPI/AAAAAAACEIM/aZK1LRsmz8cbmnNK6e5nEQooJj0TmFJzgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h380/day%2B14%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B1%2B46%2B-%2BPdP%2B-%2Btoo%2Bbig%2Bto%2Bcapture%2Bwith%2Bone%2Bshot.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The view is perhaps better from across the river (see my first photo in this post), but up close and personal is arguably more imposing and dramatic.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I had been through the entire palace in 1999, using an excellent audio guide. In fact the device trapped me a tad, because for nearly every room there is a general taped explanation, but also the seductive phrase "To find out more, key in 24. I did so, and once I'd absorbed that specific, another phrase announced, "Now key in 243" for even more info. I learned a lot, and enjoyed it, but I did not feel the urge to tour it this second time around. Instead I meandered slowly, pleasantly, back to my hotel, and called it a day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I have virtually no notes nor pics of Avignon itself for the next two days, as I was out of the city for the most part. As I noted above, I'll cover the three day trips I took from Avignon in the next blog post (or more if necessary).&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But for now, a look at my fourth day in Avignon, which I spent in a very pleasant, leisurely manner IN the city.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I began with a bit of a climb up the Rocher des Doms, a rocky outcrop between the Palais des Papes and the Rhone, high above the city. It dates back to pre-history, but was first settled in the Roman era - an easy place to defend as it is very difficult to mount. The Rocher has been called "the cradle of Avignon" as the city grew up below it. It is "wondrous cool thou [garden] quiet" and features fine views, including this of Mt. Ventoux, the highest mountain in the region.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHjvEymkxZs/YMy7aM_TO2I/AAAAAAACEKE/m1DAPQaavy8HoxCwiH_4VCq4NfG-Vy1agCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B2%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2BJardins%2Bdes%2BDoms%2B-%2BMt%2BVentoux.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="997" data-original-width="1700" height="376" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHjvEymkxZs/YMy7aM_TO2I/AAAAAAACEKE/m1DAPQaavy8HoxCwiH_4VCq4NfG-Vy1agCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h376/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B2%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2BJardins%2Bdes%2BDoms%2B-%2BMt%2BVentoux.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">Much closer you can get a good view of the bridge to nowhere.</span></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn61Zv0vRUE/YMy8UQbQQhI/AAAAAAACEKM/62ELMxvvZsEnbCsl4B2FLWAvPm2lEwnFACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B1%2B-%2BPont%2BSaint-Be%25CC%2581ne%25CC%2581zet%252C%2Bfrom%2BPdeP%2Bgardens.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1700" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn61Zv0vRUE/YMy8UQbQQhI/AAAAAAACEKM/62ELMxvvZsEnbCsl4B2FLWAvPm2lEwnFACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h338/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B1%2B-%2BPont%2BSaint-Be%25CC%2581ne%25CC%2581zet%252C%2Bfrom%2BPdeP%2Bgardens.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">The gardens were not at their height - it was nearly October - but they provide a respite from city life and are pleasant to explore.</span></p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In the middle of the gardens sits a cafe, with indoor and outdoor seating.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWy31CPORt8/YMy9310IclI/AAAAAAACEKU/k81dUAo9nEMAcSmifVeACTdf95tFeXRGgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B10b%2B-%2Bcafe%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bgardens%2Bof%2BPdeP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="885" data-original-width="1800" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWy31CPORt8/YMy9310IclI/AAAAAAACEKU/k81dUAo9nEMAcSmifVeACTdf95tFeXRGgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h314/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B10b%2B-%2Bcafe%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bgardens%2Bof%2BPdeP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">It wasn't open during my stroll through, but I enjoyed the pond, with swans, ducks and a rather enticing statue, the "Venus with Swallows" sculpted in the late 19th century by Felix Charpentier.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cubVgUQybLE/YMzAH3gldyI/AAAAAAACEKc/BhhuEwmA3X4rAnQ47adypMD54flRlkbmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B16%2B-%2Bmy%2Bnymph%2Bavec%2Bswan%2Band%2Bducks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1468" data-original-width="1600" height="589" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cubVgUQybLE/YMzAH3gldyI/AAAAAAACEKc/BhhuEwmA3X4rAnQ47adypMD54flRlkbmgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h589/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B16%2B-%2Bmy%2Bnymph%2Bavec%2Bswan%2Band%2Bducks.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I headed down towards the palace proper via an MC Escher-esque staircase.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVNHTlFCAS0/YMzAuf7-7II/AAAAAAACEKk/X-C9umGuCyMMvGIyygCfd7yknip8zyxTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B7%2B-%2Ba%2Bzig-zag%2Bway%2Bof%2Bgetting%2Bup%2Bor%2Bdown%2Bthe%2BJardins%2Bdes%2BDoms.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="1700" height="342" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVNHTlFCAS0/YMzAuf7-7II/AAAAAAACEKk/X-C9umGuCyMMvGIyygCfd7yknip8zyxTwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h342/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B7%2B-%2Ba%2Bzig-zag%2Bway%2Bof%2Bgetting%2Bup%2Bor%2Bdown%2Bthe%2BJardins%2Bdes%2BDoms.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">A bit of the palace can be seen from the top of it&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGWBG2usXHI/YMzA-v3KnsI/AAAAAAACEKs/RoaYB1nUb-0e0Upa-D2Y4JtM8qACIpETACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B18%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bgardens%2Bpart%2Bof%2BPdeP.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1700" height="508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGWBG2usXHI/YMzA-v3KnsI/AAAAAAACEKs/RoaYB1nUb-0e0Upa-D2Y4JtM8qACIpETACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h508/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B18%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bgardens%2Bpart%2Bof%2BPdeP.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">And this, about halfway down...</span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZUCZmW8DjA/YMzBaeKb9yI/AAAAAAACEK0/-o1_ck3wDO8gnXzxIecK4LX1PGD_zfQxwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1387/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B19%2B-%2Bgoing%2Bdown%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1387" height="592" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZUCZmW8DjA/YMzBaeKb9yI/AAAAAAACEK0/-o1_ck3wDO8gnXzxIecK4LX1PGD_zfQxwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h592/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B19%2B-%2Bgoing%2Bdown%2B1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">Afterwards, I headed down to the river. Along the way there were a lot of choices for your tourist shopping pleasure - especially if you like lavender.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYtxXpsqYhQ/YMzOA3Jg8nI/AAAAAAACELE/-2dTQO6MsX8aVjVzui1wKE0bH7iw5PsdwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B23%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bferry%2B-%2Blavender.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1404" data-original-width="1700" height="528" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYtxXpsqYhQ/YMzOA3Jg8nI/AAAAAAACELE/-2dTQO6MsX8aVjVzui1wKE0bH7iw5PsdwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h528/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B23%2Bheading%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bferry%2B-%2Blavender.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">My original intention was to take a walk on the bridge to nowhere, but was charged an entry fee that was too dear for me.&nbsp;</span></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ZaugHjT5Y/YMzM71tS7cI/AAAAAAACEK8/xYeA20N58XkItfS98eW_Iouuwk_5ipTHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B28%2B-%2Bmy%2Bride%2Bacross%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1215" data-original-width="1700" height="458" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0ZaugHjT5Y/YMzM71tS7cI/AAAAAAACEK8/xYeA20N58XkItfS98eW_Iouuwk_5ipTHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h458/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B28%2B-%2Bmy%2Bride%2Bacross%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">So instead I took the free ferry across the river and back. I had time on my hands, there was a nice breeze on the river,&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHTXgzNS-xM/YMzcOsOOflI/AAAAAAACELM/5SlmmSN3_vc4uqqEQPM8U_2d7gr0bAsjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1283/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B29%2B-%2BRocher%2Bdes%2BDoms%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcolors.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1283" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHTXgzNS-xM/YMzcOsOOflI/AAAAAAACELM/5SlmmSN3_vc4uqqEQPM8U_2d7gr0bAsjgCLcBGAsYHQ/w448-h640/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B29%2B-%2BRocher%2Bdes%2BDoms%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcolors.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><p>and while the only really good view was of the Rocher des Doms (above - reason enough to take the short trip) it was a pleasant way to while away a little time.&nbsp;</p></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Once back in the city I realized I'd worked up a good appetite. I passed by Les Halles, big, bright and bustling:&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2H_GrxZVYRs/YMzjNINVhGI/AAAAAAACELU/gn6aZMVdehISauZuvvsHpeNGUUi7bDCMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B30%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbustling%2BLes%2BHalles.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="1600" height="440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2H_GrxZVYRs/YMzjNINVhGI/AAAAAAACELU/gn6aZMVdehISauZuvvsHpeNGUUi7bDCMQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h440/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B30%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbustling%2BLes%2BHalles.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="font-size: x-large;">The costumed performers, rather talented, lured customers in, but it was not for me.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjzIPX8YaS8/YMzjnKhC-MI/AAAAAAACELc/d8K-AwNMY0EKd1eUw7nnhY1tTrbGojEHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B31%2B-%2Bactors%2Bhustle%2Bpeople%2Bin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1700" height="386" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rjzIPX8YaS8/YMzjnKhC-MI/AAAAAAACELc/d8K-AwNMY0EKd1eUw7nnhY1tTrbGojEHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h386/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B31%2B-%2Bactors%2Bhustle%2Bpeople%2Bin.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I was out for a quiet place, and soon I found the part of town that offered it (remembering it fondly from my 1999 visit). It is one of the prettiest parts of the town's historical center, and is known especially for its food and drink: the Rue des Teinturiers. A tiny canal runs along the treelined, shady street,&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucTaD6qqVVo/YMzkkY0A7WI/AAAAAAACELk/-E4yqbp_bngaWLFttzp6A8qTHcIHoz-7wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1201/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B32%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcanal%2Band%2Bshady%2Barea%2Bfrom%2B20%2Byrs%2Bago.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ucTaD6qqVVo/YMzkkY0A7WI/AAAAAAACELk/-E4yqbp_bngaWLFttzp6A8qTHcIHoz-7wCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B32%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcanal%2Band%2Bshady%2Barea%2Bfrom%2B20%2Byrs%2Bago.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">which, at first used only for drainage. became the perfect place for textile workers to create bright, colorful provençal cotton. Teinturiers are dyers, vital to the trade, and worked along the stream and street from the 15th through the 17th and 18th centuries. Now it's simply scenic. One of the sights I like is an old water mill in the stream, no longer working but charming.&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn7uhQVvD4I/YMzk0jAzWDI/AAAAAAACELs/9RUQc8UqM9AYc8Xa5_GVCwmqRsIPFshDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1400/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B33%2B-%2Bthe%2Bicon%2Bof%2Bthe%2Barea%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bmill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1370" data-original-width="1400" height="626" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gn7uhQVvD4I/YMzk0jAzWDI/AAAAAAACELs/9RUQc8UqM9AYc8Xa5_GVCwmqRsIPFshDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h626/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B33%2B-%2Bthe%2Bicon%2Bof%2Bthe%2Barea%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bmill.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPRS8jCyHlc/YMzlL5_a7DI/AAAAAAACEL0/4dmxYhpYsQ8371Geo5kOfOVMOKOaZ_EngCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B35%2B-%2Bmy%2Beatery%2BArte%2BGusto.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1014" data-original-width="1700" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPRS8jCyHlc/YMzlL5_a7DI/AAAAAAACEL0/4dmxYhpYsQ8371Geo5kOfOVMOKOaZ_EngCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h382/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B35%2B-%2Bmy%2Beatery%2BArte%2BGusto.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="font-size: x-large;">Being a very theatrical fellow, I chose a very theatrical eatery, the Arte Gusto (above). The restaurant proper is across the street, but the outdoor seating, as you can see, is right on the canal.&nbsp;</p><p style="font-size: x-large;">It was its menu that caught my eye:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPwKSAwWG_s/YMzlwrgD8NI/AAAAAAACEL8/UoxJmig6LFAer6ZhC2Syfu9nbRw8HRLUACLcBGAsYHQ/s1170/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B37%2B-%2Bthe%2Bpizzas%2Binterested%2Bme.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1170" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPwKSAwWG_s/YMzlwrgD8NI/AAAAAAACEL8/UoxJmig6LFAer6ZhC2Syfu9nbRw8HRLUACLcBGAsYHQ/w464-h640/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B37%2B-%2Bthe%2Bpizzas%2Binterested%2Bme.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><p style="font-size: x-large;">and the colorful place setting didn't hurt.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV1MflHI8Hk/YMzmTuwBHlI/AAAAAAACEME/ckzbbHA3pO8WAFkpJVsP5ZsrTxXbwSjLQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1650/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B39%2B-%2Bso%2Bdid%2Btheir%2Bbright%2Bplace%2Bsetting.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1325" data-original-width="1650" height="514" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KV1MflHI8Hk/YMzmTuwBHlI/AAAAAAACEME/ckzbbHA3pO8WAFkpJVsP5ZsrTxXbwSjLQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h514/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B39%2B-%2Bso%2Bdid%2Btheir%2Bbright%2Bplace%2Bsetting.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">the food lived up to its ambience, and then some. The wine was fine as well!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tll3NTI6Ro/YOHjvBQMr_I/AAAAAAACENA/kOO2lfulLAoVV5TgZCsgnodUesplqiaAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1350/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B40%2B-%2Bhappily%2Bthe%2Bfood%2Bwas%2Bgreat%2Btoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1214" data-original-width="1350" height="576" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Tll3NTI6Ro/YOHjvBQMr_I/AAAAAAACENA/kOO2lfulLAoVV5TgZCsgnodUesplqiaAgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h576/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B40%2B-%2Bhappily%2Bthe%2Bfood%2Bwas%2Bgreat%2Btoo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">I left sated and very happy. On the same street I passed the Church of the Cordeliers, a Franciscan convent built in 1233&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ir_JlJvqxBQ/YOHkAPFIrkI/AAAAAAACENI/oq3XDb5creMxMeUZvsp-S5fmdTODXgnCACLcBGAsYHQ/s1312/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B44%2B-%2Bdidn%2527t%2Bcatch%2Bthe%2Bname%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bchurch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1312" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ir_JlJvqxBQ/YOHkAPFIrkI/AAAAAAACENI/oq3XDb5creMxMeUZvsp-S5fmdTODXgnCACLcBGAsYHQ/w366-h640/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B44%2B-%2Bdidn%2527t%2Bcatch%2Bthe%2Bname%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bchurch.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">and farther on the Chapel of the Gray Penitents, where King Louis XIII prayed, as early as 1226.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6S2rx1BI_9E/YOHsWrS_fiI/AAAAAAACENg/C-jOvwyrSMc-5FEzCuZvsVkFxCOb3ZjlACLcBGAsYHQ/s1219/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B34%2B-%2Bchapel%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bgray%2Bpenitents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1219" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6S2rx1BI_9E/YOHsWrS_fiI/AAAAAAACENg/C-jOvwyrSMc-5FEzCuZvsVkFxCOb3ZjlACLcBGAsYHQ/w472-h640/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B34%2B-%2Bchapel%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bgray%2Bpenitents.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p style="font-size: x-large;">Touring finished for the day, I headed back towards my hotel, crossing the cosy-looking Place des Corps Saints very near my hotel with which it shares a name) where I might dine the next day.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_kUOrAfWKI/YOHmcRSAchI/AAAAAAACENQ/h27S5I8XkCUgq5Vjt2qDqvjsd4tTYqcewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B46%2B-%2Bwalked%2Bback%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bhotel%2B-%2Bthis%2Bsquare%2Bshares%2Bthe%2Bname.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="1700" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_kUOrAfWKI/YOHmcRSAchI/AAAAAAACENQ/h27S5I8XkCUgq5Vjt2qDqvjsd4tTYqcewCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B46%2B-%2Bwalked%2Bback%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bhotel%2B-%2Bthis%2Bsquare%2Bshares%2Bthe%2Bname.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">Before calling it a day, I walked along the city walls, also very near my hotel</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shr7Y7DLgBY/YOHmmofUsEI/AAAAAAACENU/a4EYxJo5XtQKuBRi3joMipK5F0vu5-XAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B50%2B-%2Bwalked%2Bback%2Balong%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bcity%2Bwalls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="859" data-original-width="1700" height="324" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shr7Y7DLgBY/YOHmmofUsEI/AAAAAAACENU/a4EYxJo5XtQKuBRi3joMipK5F0vu5-XAQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h324/day%2B17%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B4%2B50%2B-%2Bwalked%2Bback%2Balong%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bcity%2Bwalls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">and noted the entrance to the old city, also not far from my hotel. On the opposite side is the rail station - convenient!</p><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p style="font-size: x-large;">On my fifth and last full day in Avignon, I spent much of my time in the nearby city of Orange, but returned early enough to visit one ofAvignon's many museums, the intimate but interesting collection of the Angledon.</p><p style="font-size: x-large;">Cezanne is represented, of course, as he spent much time in Aix-en Provence. I liked this, one of his many, many still life paintings.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwrozjeZsWI/YOHvVpFnH7I/AAAAAAACENw/JFHvhAtvs8kPzbnuSl-6_qdLsKNBV_iHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B26%2B-%2Bat%2Bthe%2BAngladon%252C%2BCezanne%252C%2Bstill%2Blife%2Bwith%2Bsandstone%2Bpot%2B1874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1447" data-original-width="1700" height="544" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwrozjeZsWI/YOHvVpFnH7I/AAAAAAACENw/JFHvhAtvs8kPzbnuSl-6_qdLsKNBV_iHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h544/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B26%2B-%2Bat%2Bthe%2BAngladon%252C%2BCezanne%252C%2Bstill%2Blife%2Bwith%2Bsandstone%2Bpot%2B1874.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">Also this, by Daumier, a painting whose subject is the much put upon Sancho Panza, Don Quixote's loyal, if often frustrated, right hand man.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BywlQS3SNYk/YOHvgTnoLkI/AAAAAAACEN0/45-EqfFOCzoHkkjDD3jEUXdtRx0x7mP0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2386/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B27%2B-%2BDaumier%2527s%2BSancho%2BPanza%2Bat%2BAngladon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2386" data-original-width="2027" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BywlQS3SNYk/YOHvgTnoLkI/AAAAAAACEN0/45-EqfFOCzoHkkjDD3jEUXdtRx0x7mP0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w544-h640/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B27%2B-%2BDaumier%2527s%2BSancho%2BPanza%2Bat%2BAngladon.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">Last from that museum but not least, a painter named Forain, with whom I am unfamiliar, but whose subject in this particular work is all too familiar</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tvy_wlIJgL8/YOHv5w9jdHI/AAAAAAACEOA/lDins4mSw3s44lHmuNts92aLPL9vQgoWACLcBGAsYHQ/s1169/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B28%2B-%2BForain%252C%2BDancer%2Band%2BSubscriber%2BBackstage%252C%2Bat%2Bthe%2BAngladon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="972" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tvy_wlIJgL8/YOHv5w9jdHI/AAAAAAACEOA/lDins4mSw3s44lHmuNts92aLPL9vQgoWACLcBGAsYHQ/w532-h640/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B28%2B-%2BForain%252C%2BDancer%2Band%2BSubscriber%2BBackstage%252C%2Bat%2Bthe%2BAngladon.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">A rich old roué chatting up very young dancers. The theatre world, which I know very well, is filled with these characters, unpleasant as they are.</p><p style="font-size: x-large;">After a pleasant day out of town, and a trip to one of Avignon's museums, how best to finish my time there? With a gelato of course! Quite near the Palace of the Popes.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-gumXS-Kjk/YOHxbekPi5I/AAAAAAACEOI/oHcbwbjkUxcBKu68JguUoyp5a_EW4cGlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1313/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B30%2B-%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbet%2Bgelato%2Banywhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1313" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-gumXS-Kjk/YOHxbekPi5I/AAAAAAACEOI/oHcbwbjkUxcBKu68JguUoyp5a_EW4cGlwCLcBGAsYHQ/w584-h640/day%2B19%2BAvignon%2Bday%2B5%2B30%2B-%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbet%2Bgelato%2Banywhere.jpg" width="584" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">And with that gelato shop I leave you, but do visit my blog again soon, as I will report to you in the very near future about the three day trips I took to the countryside during my time in my old love, Avignon, May you travel there one day, and if you do, that you'll enjoy it every bit as much as I do!</p><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p></span><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-23064676409116327012021-06-05T15:03:00.001-04:002021-06-08T07:37:53.048-04:00Bloggo sud de la France-o 8: Day 3 A Trip Out of Arles Featuring Van Gogh in a Cave!<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A good bit of my last full day in Arles was spent outside it on a minivan tour. But as it didn't begin until after lunch, I spent the morning strolling the old town, stopping in at a place or two, enjoying a pretty day in a lovely city.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I started in a public park that rubs up against the Roman theatre.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0pBfvvaRcs/YLogAQT7m9I/AAAAAAACEDY/tFs-4qEtMSoNakRInVehkVCVgqrKoWtzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1310/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B1%2B-%2BVan%2BGogh%2Bin%2Bcity%2Bpark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1310" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0pBfvvaRcs/YLogAQT7m9I/AAAAAAACEDY/tFs-4qEtMSoNakRInVehkVCVgqrKoWtzQCLcBGAsYHQ/w586-h640/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B1%2B-%2BVan%2BGogh%2Bin%2Bcity%2Bpark.jpg" width="586" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It should come as no surprise that Van Gogh is celebrated here, as he is throughout Arles. Also a very pleasant place to sit on a bench, relax, and as travel guru Rick Steves often suggests, "people-watch." So I did.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Next I paid a brief visit to the Cloister of St Trophime, which dates from the 14th century.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKFq2mM0rk/YLohDN3f90I/AAAAAAACEDg/cT5_Ux0H9FcgtO2f748pjxbHFEjH2g_TACLcBGAsYHQ/s1333/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B3%2Bthe%2Bcloisters%2Bof%2BSt%2BTrophime.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKFq2mM0rk/YLohDN3f90I/AAAAAAACEDg/cT5_Ux0H9FcgtO2f748pjxbHFEjH2g_TACLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B3%2Bthe%2Bcloisters%2Bof%2BSt%2BTrophime.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On then to an odd but pleasant little museum just across the street from my hotel, the Reattu.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brW1e9mhfYM/YLoh0-FItUI/AAAAAAACEDo/CBJRgU2Im5E4EIcaYAlG9zVCr9BA59dgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1554/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B5%2B-%2Bthe%2BReattu%2BMuseum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="1554" height="492" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brW1e9mhfYM/YLoh0-FItUI/AAAAAAACEDo/CBJRgU2Im5E4EIcaYAlG9zVCr9BA59dgwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h492/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B5%2B-%2Bthe%2BReattu%2BMuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Named for an 18th century artist who lived there, it dates from much earlier - the 15th century - when it was a priory. So as a building it is of historical interest. It features, as one might guess several of his paintings, but also a small amount of artworks, some copies, by artists more famous than Reattu himself.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I have read that after Vincent Van Gogh first visited the place he wrote to his brother Theo: "The women here are really beautiful, it's no joke - on the other hand the Arles Museum is dreadful and a joke." Not exactly a rave, but then that was before - long before - Picasso's gift of fifty-seven drawings to the museum.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My single favorite work is a sculpture of one of the beautiful women Van Gogh noted. It's by another little known (to me at least) artist, Ferigoule, dated 1824 and titled l'Arlésienne.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6I1eWEMoq9Y/YLojbh3bA-I/AAAAAAACEDw/4eXflPmIUY4zeIef6wi26TJ3_V6L5G-1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1229/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Bl%2527arlesienne%2Bby%2BFerigoule%252C%2B1924%252C%2Bin%2Bthe%2BReattu.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6I1eWEMoq9Y/YLojbh3bA-I/AAAAAAACEDw/4eXflPmIUY4zeIef6wi26TJ3_V6L5G-1ACLcBGAsYHQ/w416-h640/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Bl%2527arlesienne%2Bby%2BFerigoule%252C%2B1924%252C%2Bin%2Bthe%2BReattu.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>The title of this sculpture is best known as a Bizet opera, in which a young man falls in love with a young woman from Arles, but she is unfaithful to him. This drives him to madness and finally he leaps to his death from a balcony.&nbsp; The title character is that young woman from Arles, whom I would classify as a femme fatale. R</span>eading about it, however I found a more quirky definition. Because<span>&nbsp;the young woman never appears on stage, the term&nbsp;</span><span>l'Arlésienne has come to refer to a person who is prominently absent from a place or situation.</span><span>&nbsp; Okay, so it goes...</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The time was approaching when I had to be at the Tourist Office to be picked up by my tour guide. But first it was time for lunch! And it was a good one, just across the street from the meeting point.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SL3EKt0h90/YLu3TZYDroI/AAAAAAACED4/Yc15P-LpzQoekNLC4N6kGuvEEOfQWBu4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B10%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Blunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SL3EKt0h90/YLu3TZYDroI/AAAAAAACED4/Yc15P-LpzQoekNLC4N6kGuvEEOfQWBu4gCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B10%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Blunch.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I decided to try their "bull-burger" and it was quite tasty. Washed down with a Rhone red, I found myself quite prepared for the afternoon, slightly tipsy tour.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">An eclectic small group of tourists, about 8 as I remember, joined me and the tour guide, who whisked us out of Arles, through the dramatic countryside, and up into the mountains. Our first stop was the hilltop village of Les Baux. Not the village itself, but a great viewing point of it. Les Baux is built from/made on the limestone that is abundant in this area.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AggOsQCDKaI/YLu5zwTobYI/AAAAAAACEEA/JRHtvIx2qpU-Tl19B0v49ne-0fg5d31kwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1509/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2BLes%2BBaux%2B1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="769" data-original-width="1509" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AggOsQCDKaI/YLu5zwTobYI/AAAAAAACEEA/JRHtvIx2qpU-Tl19B0v49ne-0fg5d31kwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h326/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2BLes%2BBaux%2B1_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Its castle at top left, dominates the place, but as you can see, there are several other buildings as well. It might have been interesting to walk through the village of stone, but we had promises to keep, one of which I looked forward to with much excitement.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6O3L0QcB2Y/YLu951Um92I/AAAAAAACEEI/5x1HVo6IlNsLXRBbBzG5rgg4FqNkbspywCLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B40%2B-%2Bgreat%2Borganic%2Bwinery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1274" data-original-width="1300" height="628" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6O3L0QcB2Y/YLu951Um92I/AAAAAAACEEI/5x1HVo6IlNsLXRBbBzG5rgg4FqNkbspywCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h628/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B40%2B-%2Bgreat%2Borganic%2Bwinery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The next stop, which I hadn't known about, was an organic winery nearby (pictured just above), where we sampled a white or two, a rose, and three different bottles of vin rouge.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt-mwNK5OX4/YLu-PZz18pI/AAAAAAACEEQ/RotdMzJpLo0uZiBv7viG9IH4BMrN0yAVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B41%2B-%2Bthree%2Breds%2Bfrom%2BMas%2Bde%2Bla%2BDame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1348" data-original-width="1700" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt-mwNK5OX4/YLu-PZz18pI/AAAAAAACEEQ/RotdMzJpLo0uZiBv7viG9IH4BMrN0yAVwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B41%2B-%2Bthree%2Breds%2Bfrom%2BMas%2Bde%2Bla%2BDame.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Great fun, and for me the trip grew even more tipsy! Fine with me.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The third stop was the primary goal of the trip, a quarry cut into one of the mountains is the vicinity. But not just any quarry. This huge space had been chosen to display Van Gogh paintings, not the originals or even copies, but images of them projected onto the walls, at least 30 feet high. The display was accompanied by a wide-ranging mix of music, including a Janis Joplin song and some jazz by Nina Simone. More of the musical selections were classical in nature, but even had there been no music the real stars of the "show" were the projections, on all the walls, usually different images projected on the various walls, as well as on the ceiling and floor. The images never stopped moving, coming into view, fading out, followed by others. The audience was encouraged to walk around the space, which I began as soon as I was told to. I won't write more about it, but I will place several photos I took of it below. It was beautiful, immersive, brilliant.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkLzc73nkLw/YLvAM3f_r_I/AAAAAAACEEY/Xezi72PjZ58eBuI5qBd6uqYvGC2AgAPRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B51%2B-%2Blobby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1295" data-original-width="1700" height="488" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkLzc73nkLw/YLvAM3f_r_I/AAAAAAACEEY/Xezi72PjZ58eBuI5qBd6uqYvGC2AgAPRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h488/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B51%2B-%2Blobby.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">First, a look at the walls of the quarry before the lights dimmed and the projections appeared (look at the audience members waiting for it to begin, for an idea of the scale).</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cte8WRwmfco/YLvAlnoHh3I/AAAAAAACEEg/vG_OzOcieAMIToNVYGlJRjbFjeN_pG4nQCLcBGAsYHQ/s3772/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B53%2B-%2Ba%2Bhuge%2Broom%2Bwith%2Bhigh%2Bwalls%2Bof%2Blimstone%2Bslabs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2718" data-original-width="3772" height="462" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cte8WRwmfco/YLvAlnoHh3I/AAAAAAACEEg/vG_OzOcieAMIToNVYGlJRjbFjeN_pG4nQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h462/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B53%2B-%2Ba%2Bhuge%2Broom%2Bwith%2Bhigh%2Bwalls%2Bof%2Blimstone%2Bslabs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The lights fade and images gradually come into view, at first an image of the artist and what appear to be random brushstrokes</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1St4DayQecI/YLvBazBG2cI/AAAAAAACEEo/4ZTwiqB3sd8UgXaizkLbCHggbV6flrpnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B54%2B-%2Blights%2Bdown%2Band%2Bimages%2Bmove%2Bacross%2Ball%2Bthe%2Bwalls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1St4DayQecI/YLvBazBG2cI/AAAAAAACEEo/4ZTwiqB3sd8UgXaizkLbCHggbV6flrpnQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B54%2B-%2Blights%2Bdown%2Band%2Bimages%2Bmove%2Bacross%2Ball%2Bthe%2Bwalls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But then they come into focus</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6WWF7y_f7w/YLvCtc0l90I/AAAAAAACEEw/D44t2CTFBn41E2vFs36mincuei5uwUAUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B63%2B-%2Bfive%2Bscreens%2B-%2Band%2Bthe%2Bfloor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6WWF7y_f7w/YLvCtc0l90I/AAAAAAACEEw/D44t2CTFBn41E2vFs36mincuei5uwUAUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B63%2B-%2Bfive%2Bscreens%2B-%2Band%2Bthe%2Bfloor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-feo0U3qmaSo/YLvEscB62jI/AAAAAAACEFU/evZE858_Fukrc1KlCE1pDtPDN3pnXTg0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B84%2B-%2Bshiny%2Bnight.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zazfKiQjQFE/YLvE4JTyqSI/AAAAAAACEFc/CbbhRYs2A_MK-h5082zTWLkEh1tavf2NQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B86%2B-%2Bportrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zazfKiQjQFE/YLvE4JTyqSI/AAAAAAACEFc/CbbhRYs2A_MK-h5082zTWLkEh1tavf2NQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B86%2B-%2Bportrait.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuD6NF9qC9Y/YLvFXKNfT4I/AAAAAAACEFo/lN1e6Ew4bz0JMDOT63Aep8DqwEBQDK7egCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B94%2B-%2BVincent%2B-%2Bend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1800" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuD6NF9qC9Y/YLvFXKNfT4I/AAAAAAACEFo/lN1e6Ew4bz0JMDOT63Aep8DqwEBQDK7egCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B94%2B-%2BVincent%2B-%2Bend.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The visitor is nearly overwhelmed by Van Gogh, at least I was, and stunned. On the way back to Arles the driver told us that the tasting came before the show so that, tipsy, we might enjoy the show even more. I chose not to tell him that I had got a head start towards tipsy-dom. I would have enjoyed the show without any wine beforehand, I'm sure, but for the the slightly out of focus Dottore Gianni found it almost psychedelic. And once again, that's just fine.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I had heard of this kind of sound and light show before, in fact had bought a ticket to one featuring Klimt in Paris on a previous trip to France, but alas lost my way getting to the l'Atélier des Lumiéres - timed entries only - and missed my chance. I'm sure it was brilliant, but Van Gogh in a quarry, near Arles was little short of perfect.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7B84Y0fCQk/YLvIdR12EbI/AAAAAAACEFw/u4AR548CyVMgdvzdDcE_a0GD5Et3-SMCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B97%2B-%2Bnext%2Bto%2BC%2Bde%2BL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="1700" height="382" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7B84Y0fCQk/YLvIdR12EbI/AAAAAAACEFw/u4AR548CyVMgdvzdDcE_a0GD5Et3-SMCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h382/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B97%2B-%2Bnext%2Bto%2BC%2Bde%2BL.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Walking out of the show and into the gorgeous sunlit mountains was a shock to the system, but I reveled in it.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We stopped once on the return drive, to wander an ancient Roman aqueduct,</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLJPWmdiXQ0/YLvJCIeNQ4I/AAAAAAACEF4/eMTxeDa2V0wd2CZYnRZZcRDaUukn4l-ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1604/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B98%2B-%2BRoman%2Baqueduct%2Bto%2BArles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1604" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLJPWmdiXQ0/YLvJCIeNQ4I/AAAAAAACEF4/eMTxeDa2V0wd2CZYnRZZcRDaUukn4l-ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h478/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B98%2B-%2BRoman%2Baqueduct%2Bto%2BArles.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and then I was back in Arles, Van Gogh land, but remembering his art in the quarry. One mor for you before I bid you adieu.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KUltcpX8TI/YLvJhRNb_lI/AAAAAAACEGA/pfRgWYmQOPUW6Q25X--RM5RZApxRD2Z6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B111%2BC%2Bde%2BL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="1800" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KUltcpX8TI/YLvJhRNb_lI/AAAAAAACEGA/pfRgWYmQOPUW6Q25X--RM5RZApxRD2Z6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h416/day%2B13%2BArles%2Bday%2B3%2B111%2BC%2Bde%2BL.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Next I trained to Avignon - a few more posts from that wonderful place within several days. Au revoir mes amis!&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-56907753325160879372021-06-03T11:45:00.001-04:002021-06-03T11:45:47.475-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o Fall 2019 7: Postcards from Arles days 1 & 2<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Next stop on my adventure in the south of France? Arles. I had visited Provence in the spring or 1999, but I spent just about all of my time in Avignon. Now, 20 years later I was determined to see the town that brings to mind ancient Roman buildings and the late work and living space of Vincent van Gogh.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">So those buildings and that art will be highlighted in the postcards I offer you below.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It's pretty easy to get around Provence by train, a very short trip from Marseille to Aix-en-Provence, for example, another easy ride from either of the above to Arles. Many people choose to drive while in Europe, and I realize that I miss out on many places of interest, particularly those out in the countryside because I refuse to. I really hate to drive anywhere these days, and I've found quite a fine alternative way to see the countryside, and learn something about the sites I see as well, by taking day and half-day trips, usually by minivan.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In fact on one of the three days I spent in Arles I spent about 4-5 hours out of the city on such an excursion. This meant that I didn't see quite as much in Arles as I'd have liked, but I got to and through much of the city, mostly on purpose but once by accident. I got hopelessly lost on one of my city-treks and a delightful stroll turned into a forced march. I kept thinking "Find the river and you'll be fine"and after what seemed an eternity, I did find the Rhone and sure enough it got back to my hotel...So it goes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My first day in Arles was short and very quiet. I checked into my hotel, a rather charming old place very near the river. Below you'll find first the view from my room, granted just a courtyard, but a very pretty one, where I had breakfast each morning, and second my modest but comfy room itself.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RG7PQ7t_OOM/YLY6j-PvLhI/AAAAAAACD-Y/SnCjV6lo3xERy9arcMyuh0ffUSf6OkK8wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1305/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcourtyard%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bbreakfast%2Bis%2Bserved.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1305" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RG7PQ7t_OOM/YLY6j-PvLhI/AAAAAAACD-Y/SnCjV6lo3xERy9arcMyuh0ffUSf6OkK8wCLcBGAsYHQ/w490-h640/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcourtyard%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bbreakfast%2Bis%2Bserved.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEHCVthEPKw/YLY7JqVajoI/AAAAAAACD-g/ZeTdlTna-koP5sGRdtEC80AOnmXeRg4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B5%2B-%2Bma%2Bchambre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1232" data-original-width="1700" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEHCVthEPKw/YLY7JqVajoI/AAAAAAACD-g/ZeTdlTna-koP5sGRdtEC80AOnmXeRg4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h464/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B5%2B-%2Bma%2Bchambre.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">For my main meal of the day I discovered Le Constantin, a wonderful and intimate place to eat less than two blocks from the hotel.&nbsp;</span></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3A_nrgKxk98/YLY7yAyoDZI/AAAAAAACD-o/Sm91UtgzkjgAEyJSVuo6VeblsjJnEI2YgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1230/da%2B11%2BArles%2Bday%2B1%2B1%2B-%2BLe%2BConstantin%252C%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1230" data-original-width="736" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3A_nrgKxk98/YLY7yAyoDZI/AAAAAAACD-o/Sm91UtgzkjgAEyJSVuo6VeblsjJnEI2YgCLcBGAsYHQ/w382-h640/da%2B11%2BArles%2Bday%2B1%2B1%2B-%2BLe%2BConstantin%252C%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bate.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My hostess was very accommodating - and beautiful, Her husband, quite friendly, was the excellent chef who cooked up this excellent and very fresh trout for me.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PnraGFQ5i1o/YLdz88j8JtI/AAAAAAACEBY/2T0FkRnVfyYNYL9EkA-h6XWIQCBymAY6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1461/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B2%2B-%2Bmy%2Bdelicious%2Btrout.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1461" height="558" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PnraGFQ5i1o/YLdz88j8JtI/AAAAAAACEBY/2T0FkRnVfyYNYL9EkA-h6XWIQCBymAY6ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h558/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B2%2B-%2Bmy%2Bdelicious%2Btrout.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After my meal I took a stroll along the Rhone,</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTBNFj08AqM/YLY90osGhII/AAAAAAACD-w/_eiPIE1xwWI9bL9-aZRoU3tnFdjM-CDOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s3736/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1775" data-original-width="3736" height="304" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTBNFj08AqM/YLY90osGhII/AAAAAAACD-w/_eiPIE1xwWI9bL9-aZRoU3tnFdjM-CDOQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h304/day%2B11%2BArles%2B1%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">trying to imagine from which point of the river Van Gogh, walking away from the city with easel and oils in hand, had turned around and seen what became one of his Starry Night paintings. Not the most famous one, but to my mind at least as fine a work of art.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzrGcm4LJy0/YLY_EyNvWbI/AAAAAAACD-4/qMCJOdLuncYj4LOFAXwCUGtdal2r29q5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/Starry%2BNight%2BOver%2Bthe%2BRhone%2B11-14-2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="999" data-original-width="1500" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SzrGcm4LJy0/YLY_EyNvWbI/AAAAAAACD-4/qMCJOdLuncYj4LOFAXwCUGtdal2r29q5wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/Starry%2BNight%2BOver%2Bthe%2BRhone%2B11-14-2020.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And then, instead of rushing into an exploration of the center, I gave myself the gift of an early, restful night. In my early 70s it seems I have finally realized the need to pace myself...well, much of the time.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On my second, and first full day in the city I had took the opportunity to wander through the lovely center of Arles.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I began with an ancient Roman wonder, easily the most famous in this city. It was only a few blocks from my hotel, and the streets leading up to it are all pretty tiny. When I turned on to one of them. This is what hit me - the Arena at Arles:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8DHmP5Q-EE/YLZnb_JyaaI/AAAAAAACD_A/J8CgtmmKbpc7rklkA3YDVxevHR8gPtEuwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1501/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B2%2B-%2Bthe%2Barena%2Bat%2BArles.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1010" data-original-width="1501" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A8DHmP5Q-EE/YLZnb_JyaaI/AAAAAAACD_A/J8CgtmmKbpc7rklkA3YDVxevHR8gPtEuwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h430/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B2%2B-%2Bthe%2Barena%2Bat%2BArles.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">An eyeful? At least. An ancient Roman amphitheatre, it is used for special events and, in season, for bullfights. The interior is very well preserved.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qO9UF4biBds/YLZoCjRKO6I/AAAAAAACD_I/LwTTmyojSLkSz1oiIlu7Q-o0BtbS80kAgCLcBGAsYHQ/s4032/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B4%2Bthe%2Binterior.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qO9UF4biBds/YLZoCjRKO6I/AAAAAAACD_I/LwTTmyojSLkSz1oiIlu7Q-o0BtbS80kAgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B4%2Bthe%2Binterior.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Inside the belly of the beast it is dark.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_nSMtkwJQ/YLZoj4nRkII/AAAAAAACD_Q/4r_xndMZ3ws070seKqv3SOvchc13nWulQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1242/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbelly%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbeast.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RD_nSMtkwJQ/YLZoj4nRkII/AAAAAAACD_Q/4r_xndMZ3ws070seKqv3SOvchc13nWulQCLcBGAsYHQ/w464-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbelly%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbeast.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The importance of&nbsp; the arch as basic building block could not be made more clear.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pB3J1eIWQlg/YLZo8qCgh9I/AAAAAAACD_Y/IPUWHY5ucJMWrjiEDr9-EPdGNcZwQ2ktACLcBGAsYHQ/s1205/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Barches.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1205" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pB3J1eIWQlg/YLZo8qCgh9I/AAAAAAACD_Y/IPUWHY5ucJMWrjiEDr9-EPdGNcZwQ2ktACLcBGAsYHQ/w478-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Barches.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And from the top there are views of Arles and the Rhone.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tuFiaMuULE/YLZpZAGI2eI/AAAAAAACD_g/QEd5UAnGzCwvZ_fu0inx72NW-Eh7TB41gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B5%2B-%2Bsteeples%2Betc.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="943" data-original-width="1700" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tuFiaMuULE/YLZpZAGI2eI/AAAAAAACD_g/QEd5UAnGzCwvZ_fu0inx72NW-Eh7TB41gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h356/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B5%2B-%2Bsteeples%2Betc.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I arrived just after opening and had it nearly to myself, except for a young Asian couple. We made the great exchange - a photo for a photo. The one they took of me included</span>&nbsp;buildings in Arles, and beyond the beautiful blue Rhone.</p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--M478j9bPio/YLZqdvOeg-I/AAAAAAACD_o/BKct2TJMWNoHaF9_4e5Z95_VTrU8bhIDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1575/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B7%2B-%2BDJ%2Batop%2Bthe%2Barena.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1575" height="366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--M478j9bPio/YLZqdvOeg-I/AAAAAAACD_o/BKct2TJMWNoHaF9_4e5Z95_VTrU8bhIDwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h366/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B7%2B-%2BDJ%2Batop%2Bthe%2Barena.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><p>One more from the top of the Arena, giving you an idea about how some parts of Arles are laid out - charming...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23C1bCKL-6U/YLaLvWt66JI/AAAAAAACD_w/FK95E3rNHGIOfRNQ1Px0PTfJ7gYLQx0oQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1023/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bof%2Bthe%2Barena.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1023" data-original-width="797" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23C1bCKL-6U/YLaLvWt66JI/AAAAAAACD_w/FK95E3rNHGIOfRNQ1Px0PTfJ7gYLQx0oQCLcBGAsYHQ/w498-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bof%2Bthe%2Barena.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p>After enjoying some time at the Arena, I walked part of the way around it, noting some cafes, including this one</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9SNnqPnYjY/YLaMHJiTaRI/AAAAAAACD_4/_IAaW6x5f8g1VUMMZ8_ZEyxVV9QHludlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B-%2Bcute%2Blittle%2Brestaurant%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Barena.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1387" data-original-width="1600" height="554" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9SNnqPnYjY/YLaMHJiTaRI/AAAAAAACD_4/_IAaW6x5f8g1VUMMZ8_ZEyxVV9QHludlwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h554/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B-%2Bcute%2Blittle%2Brestaurant%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bthe%2Barena.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>and tiny roads (in some cases sets of steps) leading to the Arena, or away from it, depending on your p.o.v.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrv8P8TDjA/YLaMiwez3SI/AAAAAAACEAA/8FVi2eRfxVIUDMxJUHqJgokH_ZKyMsjDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1043/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2Bcute%2Bstreet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1043" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUrv8P8TDjA/YLaMiwez3SI/AAAAAAACEAA/8FVi2eRfxVIUDMxJUHqJgokH_ZKyMsjDQCLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2Bcute%2Bstreet.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><br /><p>then downhill to other sites/sights, first the 4th century Roman obelisk at the center of the Place de la Republique.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTc-rHQS4EQ/YLaPrdkq5VI/AAAAAAACEAI/JhGTL-EnSoMAENzuBNh5oB9mReNMO74ugCLcBGAsYHQ/s1176/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B23%2B-%2Bancient%2BRoman%2Bobelisk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1176" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTc-rHQS4EQ/YLaPrdkq5VI/AAAAAAACEAI/JhGTL-EnSoMAENzuBNh5oB9mReNMO74ugCLcBGAsYHQ/w490-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B23%2B-%2Bancient%2BRoman%2Bobelisk.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br /><p>Then on to the charming l'Espace Van Gogh, an old cloister that that artist once painted. First the space itself,&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ph5HW2HfG-0/YLaQSOvmXWI/AAAAAAACEAQ/XzNEp66jXF4tgVEGe2rvCpptm8pn21mvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B29%2B-%2Bl%2527Espace%2BVan%2BGogh.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1235" data-original-width="1700" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ph5HW2HfG-0/YLaQSOvmXWI/AAAAAAACEAQ/XzNEp66jXF4tgVEGe2rvCpptm8pn21mvgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h464/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B29%2B-%2Bl%2527Espace%2BVan%2BGogh.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>then the Van Gogh painting. I tried to get about the same angle in the photo above</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNMVz8bCDcM/YLaQpX0YKlI/AAAAAAACEAY/cU4JufjtHccoAYeZxApdraefkz58EGX1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B31%2B-%2BVan%2BGogh%2527s%2Bversion.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1459" data-original-width="1500" height="622" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNMVz8bCDcM/YLaQpX0YKlI/AAAAAAACEAY/cU4JufjtHccoAYeZxApdraefkz58EGX1ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h622/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B31%2B-%2BVan%2BGogh%2527s%2Bversion.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Another view or two can't hurt&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcPD5iXmpQw/YLaRKSuAsgI/AAAAAAACEAg/GMDdCLi43rEskhLv4sQn5KrZp8FkYP7BwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B33%2B-%2Banother%2Bview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1700" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcPD5iXmpQw/YLaRKSuAsgI/AAAAAAACEAg/GMDdCLi43rEskhLv4sQn5KrZp8FkYP7BwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B33%2B-%2Banother%2Bview.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkypkSeADLI/YLaRWxF1jUI/AAAAAAACEAk/0OUXmzV39mQBEOFXoPprQPr68QK91pIEACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B30%2B-%2Bl%2527Espace%2BVan%2BGogh%2Bis%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcloister%2Bthat%2Bhe%2Bpainted.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1700" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkypkSeADLI/YLaRWxF1jUI/AAAAAAACEAk/0OUXmzV39mQBEOFXoPprQPr68QK91pIEACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B30%2B-%2Bl%2527Espace%2BVan%2BGogh%2Bis%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcloister%2Bthat%2Bhe%2Bpainted.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>On next to still another Roman relic only about 100 yards from l'Espace VG - the remains of an ancient Roman theatre - there's not a lot left, and it is a relatively small theatre, but it was pleasant for me as a theatre historian, and to several others who were wandering around it, including the tour group pictured below.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCSgYRH64uA/YLaSaQq8u7I/AAAAAAACEAw/YXsWhAAAk4crgus-So3FgmsajxbWWio2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2Ba%2Bsmall%2BRoman%2Bthheatre%2Bis%2Bonly%2B100%2Btatds%2Baway.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="1700" height="482" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LCSgYRH64uA/YLaSaQq8u7I/AAAAAAACEAw/YXsWhAAAk4crgus-So3FgmsajxbWWio2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h482/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2Ba%2Bsmall%2BRoman%2Bthheatre%2Bis%2Bonly%2B100%2Btatds%2Baway.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>From the theatre I headed to a cafe I promised myself I'd&nbsp; see. You might recognize it, only you have to picture it at night</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Alwlaf1bH4/YLaToTP_czI/AAAAAAACEA4/rA8eeJVBh-gw_nkkmjAWYhMoi1lrn6cBACLcBGAsYHQ/s1356/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B50%2B-%2Banyone%2Brecognize%2Bthis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1356" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Alwlaf1bH4/YLaToTP_czI/AAAAAAACEA4/rA8eeJVBh-gw_nkkmjAWYhMoi1lrn6cBACLcBGAsYHQ/w424-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B50%2B-%2Banyone%2Brecognize%2Bthis.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /><p>If you're stumped, this should help</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InHf86-N9zg/YLaT6lkor6I/AAAAAAACEBA/Dx75fIeLd0kIbzkI_L4pcDhyvpyxrgjWACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B51%2B-%2Bor%2Bthis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="1700" height="504" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InHf86-N9zg/YLaT6lkor6I/AAAAAAACEBA/Dx75fIeLd0kIbzkI_L4pcDhyvpyxrgjWACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h504/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B51%2B-%2Bor%2Bthis.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>And finally...guess who?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6aXbZexSVM/YLaUWwSae9I/AAAAAAACEBI/mILSGjHHdeQCK4k_O-N-EtcU2f4y1zwUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1567/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B55%2B-%2Bc%2527est%2Bmoi%252C%2BVincent.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="1567" height="552" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6aXbZexSVM/YLaUWwSae9I/AAAAAAACEBI/mILSGjHHdeQCK4k_O-N-EtcU2f4y1zwUQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h552/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B55%2B-%2Bc%2527est%2Bmoi%252C%2BVincent.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Dottore Gianni (aka Dr Jack, aka moi), enjoys a pathetically touristic photo op, and more importantly a very tasty glass of vin rouge from nearby Nimes, to celebrate Le Cafe la Nuit, the basis for another famous painting by Van Gogh</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fcz092fR1M/YLaWzmoRd_I/AAAAAAACEBQ/WDXzKsD85MQ8lex9-U6VZ6SDZPJjlJIkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1141/Night%2BCafe%2B-%2Bjigsaw%2B17%2B1%2Bthe%2Bbox%2B8-5-17%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fcz092fR1M/YLaWzmoRd_I/AAAAAAACEBQ/WDXzKsD85MQ8lex9-U6VZ6SDZPJjlJIkQCLcBGAsYHQ/w476-h640/Night%2BCafe%2B-%2Bjigsaw%2B17%2B1%2Bthe%2Bbox%2B8-5-17%2Bcopy.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><br /><p>An unexpected treat at the cafe Van Gogh made famous - this woman preparing a huge paella, which I guessed would serve as lunch for quite a few a bit later in the day. First, a look at her progress before I sat down with my glass of wine</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVnvuQYic8k/YLd4DAkSkbI/AAAAAAACEBg/4LqZ3q2H738fkQsstZ0wWZyugBp9AKQ5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1129/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2Bwarned%2Bagaist%2Beating%2Bhere%2Bbut%2Bnice%2Bpaella.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVnvuQYic8k/YLd4DAkSkbI/AAAAAAACEBg/4LqZ3q2H738fkQsstZ0wWZyugBp9AKQ5QCLcBGAsYHQ/w538-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2Bwarned%2Bagaist%2Beating%2Bhere%2Bbut%2Bnice%2Bpaella.jpg" width="538" /></a></div><br /><p>Second, a good bit more progress as I was on my way out of the cafe - a work of art, a labor of love, itself. I did worry more than a little that those who et it might have found a long black strand of hair or three mixed in.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CINm_odXIT4/YLd4S5ZlxNI/AAAAAAACEBo/0GACGzCo1545v_XSegnkIS4hESmyeWLlgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B61%2B-%2Blooks%2Beven%2Bbetter%2Bnow%2Bie%2Bafter%2Bmy%2Bwine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1330" data-original-width="1700" height="501" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CINm_odXIT4/YLd4S5ZlxNI/AAAAAAACEBo/0GACGzCo1545v_XSegnkIS4hESmyeWLlgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h501/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B61%2B-%2Blooks%2Beven%2Bbetter%2Bnow%2Bie%2Bafter%2Bmy%2Bwine.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>Having promised myself I would return to the square, I set out for another place I wanted to see, La Fondation Van Gogh.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZynZo9jvlY/YLe4shd6AnI/AAAAAAACEBw/Y-DpTRDJ0oM3iqTEt-ZPeeJqe2Ak8Q6LwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B63%2B-%2BFondacion%2BVan%2BGogh%2Bselebrates%2Bnew%2Binnovative%2Bartists.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1161" data-original-width="1700" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZynZo9jvlY/YLe4shd6AnI/AAAAAAACEBw/Y-DpTRDJ0oM3iqTEt-ZPeeJqe2Ak8Q6LwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h438/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B63%2B-%2BFondacion%2BVan%2BGogh%2Bselebrates%2Bnew%2Binnovative%2Bartists.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcbIyVXpzvI/YLe451wlX9I/AAAAAAACEB0/3EtdpvRp34AKO3kbLHO93s0YIvELbnDPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1283/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B64%2B-%2Bit%2Bcertainly%2Bhas%2Ban%2Binovative%2Bfountain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1283" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcbIyVXpzvI/YLe451wlX9I/AAAAAAACEB0/3EtdpvRp34AKO3kbLHO93s0YIvELbnDPwCLcBGAsYHQ/w498-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B64%2B-%2Bit%2Bcertainly%2Bhas%2Ban%2Binovative%2Bfountain.jpg" width="498" /></a></div><br /><p>The foundation celebrates all things Van Gogh, but focuses as well on innovative contemporary artists. I must confess that I was unable to go in for lack of time, but I love the fountain.</p><p>I returned to the square with the Van Gogh cafe, but one of more of the travel guides I consulted warned against it. So&nbsp; chose another place on the same square - there are at least four or five - but alas the one I chose was marred by a mediocre Caesar Salad, but at least the service was shite. All in all, I should have gone for the paella at Le Cafe la Nuit.&nbsp;</p><p>In order to walk off lunch, and because I was very curious, I hiked along the river to the archeological museum, on the edge of the city.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHRZMKQDKl8/YLe7L8H9MhI/AAAAAAACECA/Uyfg2_DyERcz8A3A3VaFAfcpjQJPk01AwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B80%2B-%2Blove%2Bthe%2Barcheological%2Bmuseum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="951" data-original-width="1700" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHRZMKQDKl8/YLe7L8H9MhI/AAAAAAACECA/Uyfg2_DyERcz8A3A3VaFAfcpjQJPk01AwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B80%2B-%2Blove%2Bthe%2Barcheological%2Bmuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>After recovering from a slight case of cultural shock at the streamlined postmodern building that houses the collection, I entered to find eclectic and often quite interesting objects from deep in the past of Arles.</p><p>Sculptures, such as this of the Venus d'Arles (not as brilliant as the Venus de Milo perhaps, but then this one at least has kept one of her arms - bada-bing!),&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51LIHg05ewU/YLj0k-kLcgI/AAAAAAACECU/UAZoLT8NqdYHHOyx2rqXjwQ24T-gbcb-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1392/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B82%2B-%2BVenus%2Bd%2527Arles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1392" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51LIHg05ewU/YLj0k-kLcgI/AAAAAAACECU/UAZoLT8NqdYHHOyx2rqXjwQ24T-gbcb-gCLcBGAsYHQ/w390-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B82%2B-%2BVenus%2Bd%2527Arles.jpg" width="390" /></a></div><br /><p>and this female mask of tragedy were featured</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOFpanA0IQY/YLj01y9DOUI/AAAAAAACECc/ftFb8fdO2u0G5QVgxghePr7bgZNV_2LKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1112/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B90%2B-%2Bthat%2Bmask%2Bis%2Ba%2Btragedy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="890" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XOFpanA0IQY/YLj01y9DOUI/AAAAAAACECc/ftFb8fdO2u0G5QVgxghePr7bgZNV_2LKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h400/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B90%2B-%2Bthat%2Bmask%2Bis%2Ba%2Btragedy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>along with maps and models, of ancient Roman Arles</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SADQ79JcxTM/YLj1lb6-y9I/AAAAAAACECk/itSEki24jV48yTFgN1ouDJ_WE6ZllF9vACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B86%2B-%2BRoman%2BArle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1144" data-original-width="1700" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SADQ79JcxTM/YLj1lb6-y9I/AAAAAAACECk/itSEki24jV48yTFgN1ouDJ_WE6ZllF9vACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h430/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B86%2B-%2BRoman%2BArle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>and a good model of the Roman theatre.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TknUAZ1WiI/YLj1wEThozI/AAAAAAACECo/A8GWQyIiqsUrO-KaNeAMx8FER0qlBvYGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B91%2B-%2Bnice%2Bmodel%2Bof%2Bthe%2Btheatre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1172" data-original-width="1700" height="442" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5TknUAZ1WiI/YLj1wEThozI/AAAAAAACECo/A8GWQyIiqsUrO-KaNeAMx8FER0qlBvYGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h442/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B91%2B-%2Bnice%2Bmodel%2Bof%2Bthe%2Btheatre.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Also some well preserved mosaics</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p676lcYGPQQ/YLj2HDHqp9I/AAAAAAACEC0/2BfL8nI2xeQ9BMOCBh7LdakbxuT_zQYwACLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B94%2B-%2Band%2Bmosaics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1500" height="546" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p676lcYGPQQ/YLj2HDHqp9I/AAAAAAACEC0/2BfL8nI2xeQ9BMOCBh7LdakbxuT_zQYwACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h546/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B94%2B-%2Band%2Bmosaics.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DriQkQTv2l0/YLj2PkYIArI/AAAAAAACEC4/fxmWFXB9o-0FpQL5jj7DYklq-Tk3cnQaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B96%2Banother.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DriQkQTv2l0/YLj2PkYIArI/AAAAAAACEC4/fxmWFXB9o-0FpQL5jj7DYklq-Tk3cnQaACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B96%2Banother.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>But the star of the show was a 30-meter ancient boat</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKWoNEoY69Q/YLj2sFD7eJI/AAAAAAACEDE/RPtgyjCLZ08rKb3WboxfTUapa25Mj35PACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B88%2B-%2Bthe%2Bstar%2Bis%2Bthis%2B30%2Bmeter%2Bancient%2Bboat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1022" data-original-width="1600" height="408" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKWoNEoY69Q/YLj2sFD7eJI/AAAAAAACEDE/RPtgyjCLZ08rKb3WboxfTUapa25Mj35PACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h408/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B88%2B-%2Bthe%2Bstar%2Bis%2Bthis%2B30%2Bmeter%2Bancient%2Bboat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>recently recovered from the Rhone</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfSenrcbInI/YLj25Ai2xEI/AAAAAAACEDI/kAArjZ5cQNMihxb5d8PSWEvMP0JhCuYOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B89%2B-%2Bfound%2Brecently%2Bin%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1700" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xfSenrcbInI/YLj25Ai2xEI/AAAAAAACEDI/kAArjZ5cQNMihxb5d8PSWEvMP0JhCuYOACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B89%2B-%2Bfound%2Brecently%2Bin%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>There is even a short film detailing the recovery of the ship. All in all a fine experience. I walked back along the Rhone in no rush, and peeping into some of the pretty streets near the river.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmGnAD7d3yc/YLj3vbAcc-I/AAAAAAACEDQ/VtL_-kP3I3w6mejCRiWPhIDc9KutqrbsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s3513/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B100%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bmany%2Bpretty%2Bresidential%2Bstreets%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3513" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmGnAD7d3yc/YLj3vbAcc-I/AAAAAAACEDQ/VtL_-kP3I3w6mejCRiWPhIDc9KutqrbsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w550-h640/day%2B12%2BArles%2Bday%2B2%2B100%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bmany%2Bpretty%2Bresidential%2Bstreets%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><br /><p>And that took care of my second day in Arles.</p><p>I will write about my third day in the next post, focusing on a grand half-day trip. I hope you'll keep reading!</p><p><br /></p></span><p></p><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-57580025933944944312021-05-31T13:58:00.004-04:002021-05-31T13:58:50.811-04:00IS There a World Elsewhere?<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I have been thinking a good bit these days about one of my favorite bitter lines by William Shakespeare:&nbsp;</span><br /><div><span style="font-family: &quot;georgia&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span>"There is a world elsewhere."</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>The quote is from one of Shakespeare's late plays, <i>Coriolanus</i>, in which the title character, an aristocratic and egotistic military hero, becomes&nbsp;</span><span>angry at and sick of his home - ancient Rome. He leaves it in search of a "world elsewhere", and is rudely awakened, to say the least, when he arrives.&nbsp;</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>It's a favorite line of mine from the Bard, perhaps because throughout my life, after a brief period joy for and contentment with the place I am living (and I've lived in MANY places - Air Force brat as a kid, itinerant actor in the first 20 years of my adult life, and solitary traveler from my mid-40s - any time I could get away from my job as a college professor, and even now, nearly 10 years into retirement I always tire of it, become bored and irritated by it, and in late stages I rail, inwardly at least against it. Why? I can't really say. Perhaps, to use a trite saying compared to the elegance of Coriolanus's line "There is a world elsewhere" I begin to realize or talk myself into believing that "the grass is always greener."</span><br /><span><br />I recently read Anthony Powell's <i>A Dance to the Music of Time</i> - yes, all twelve volumes - in which he looks at much of the 20th century through the lens of a relatively well-off Brit and his mostly upper crust acquaintances. When I finished I likened reading this series of books to watching a Masterpiece Theatre (MT) series that I enjoy only fitfully but that I continue to view because...well, the acting is terrific, and it's nicely filmed, so...why not?&nbsp;</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span>My point? Early in the eleventh novel of Powell's set, I came across a passage that leapt off the page because, while it described certain inclinations of the narrator's father, it also captured some of ny own inclinations perfectly. Powell's narrator sums up his pater's world view thus. While he seemed happy enough when he took his family on fairly frequent vacations from England to places in Continental Europe, even then he...well, heres' how Powell puts it:</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span>"...that did not mean he was always at ease on the Continent, but then, in any fundamental sense, he was rarely at ease in his own country."</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span>A self-ordained stranger in a strange land at home or abroad. For better or worse, even though I love to travel internationally, after a time abroad alas, c'est moi.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span>That's it. For me a very short post. I just felt the need to confess. Am I absolved? Cheers, whether or no.</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-36575954035979870342021-04-28T09:46:00.001-04:002021-05-31T14:01:57.085-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o Fall 2019 6: Marseille, Days 3 & 4<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Before I launch into days three and four, allow me an aside to explain why I was so excited to visit Marseille.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i><b>Aside:</b></i> I can do it in two words: Marcel Pagnol. Novelist, playwright, film director (the first movie director to be inducted into the Académie Française), he wrote three closely interrelated plays in the late 1920s: <i>Marius</i>, <i>Fanny</i>, and <i>Cesar, </i>about common people who lived in and worked around the Vieux Port. In 1929 he met film director Alexander Korda and suggested the first of these plays might make a good film. Korda agreed and, with Pagnol as screenwriter, directed <i>Marius</i>, which became one of the first successful "talking" motion pictures in France. Pagnol also wrote the screenplay for <i>Fanny</i>, and he wrote and directed <i>Cesar</i>. The three became known as the <i>Marseillaise</i> trilogy.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Briefly, Cesar owns a waterfront bar, his son Marius waits tables there. Marius longs to go to sea, but he also is in love with Fanny, who along with her mother sells fish on the waterfront. She is also very much in love with Marius. Will he embrace the sea, or marry Fanny? The rest of the story is far too complicated to relate, but please read on:</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Fast-forward to 1961. Joshua Logan directed a version of <i>Fanny </i>that starred Leslie Caron (with whom I am deeply in love, in fantasia land) along Horst Buchholz, Maurice Chevalier and Charles Boyer. I have lost count of the many times I watched that film, but I promise you that I was reduced to tears with each viewing. Caron's performance is heart-wrenching, and the music by Harold Rome will break your already wrenched heart.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Marius wanted to go to sea, I wanted to go to Marseille to breathe in the sea and and sigh for Leslie C. At age 72 I finally got the chance. I couldn't get the love theme from Rome's score (which swells and swells with every bittersweet moment in the film) out of my mind throughout my stay..&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">So! Aside complete, on day three of my Marseille stay I looked up the hill above the city to see an iconic image of the city and the film:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cqa4b7s7Xgw/YIWLUWW5TII/AAAAAAACDts/zdhNs7d_vhIEU-uHTcpqMOqco8y8-zL2wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1790/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B9%2B-%2Balso%2BFanny.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1790" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cqa4b7s7Xgw/YIWLUWW5TII/AAAAAAACDts/zdhNs7d_vhIEU-uHTcpqMOqco8y8-zL2wCLcBGAsYHQ/w536-h640/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B9%2B-%2Balso%2BFanny.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Notre Dame de la Garde, literally "guarding" the city and its denizens. I was determined to visit the church, and fortunately there's a teeny tourist train that shuttles people back and forth - only a few yards from where I took the above photo.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3Upwdt9K6I/YIWNQSyhwhI/AAAAAAACDt0/6pYuGBOI_PoSLjRRhu-SzJZU7NpMCalUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1372/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B15%2BNotre%2BDame%2Bde%2Bla%2BGarde%2Bint.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1372" data-original-width="1052" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y3Upwdt9K6I/YIWNQSyhwhI/AAAAAAACDt0/6pYuGBOI_PoSLjRRhu-SzJZU7NpMCalUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w490-h640/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B15%2BNotre%2BDame%2Bde%2Bla%2BGarde%2Bint.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">The church was built in the mid-to-late 19th century, and while its exterior is dramatic, its interior is stunning - above the altar area, below, a close-up of the space above the altar.</span></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68yTWI9cMJA/YIWN1O70EwI/AAAAAAACDt8/NLmrKS6QXmIFeC7MOLTyCgXFMWsbI-5CwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1237/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B17%2Babove%2Bthe%2Baltar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1237" data-original-width="872" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68yTWI9cMJA/YIWN1O70EwI/AAAAAAACDt8/NLmrKS6QXmIFeC7MOLTyCgXFMWsbI-5CwCLcBGAsYHQ/w452-h640/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B17%2Babove%2Bthe%2Baltar.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As in other cities I've been to that are dependent in part on the sea for their survival, boats are portrayed, painted into the area above the virgin in the above photo, with models hung in groups of five from the rafters, as you see below. If you look closely to the right, you'll another single boat hanging as well.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eocuvs-Q_NY/YIWPBDqmikI/AAAAAAACDuE/hsjoVUVkV7A5Cetn4tGf8d39C4A4VWv1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1395/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B18%2B-%2Bships.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1395" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eocuvs-Q_NY/YIWPBDqmikI/AAAAAAACDuE/hsjoVUVkV7A5Cetn4tGf8d39C4A4VWv1wCLcBGAsYHQ/w458-h640/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B18%2B-%2Bships.jpg" width="458" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">There are several of these groups of boats throughout the church. The connection between Marseille and the sea is strong.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPWZXbEIzpM/YIWZ9EaCZ5I/AAAAAAACDuM/HW8_Tpyzh5QDhlOc5bB2G416spD0bZnZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B20%2B-%2Btowards%2BCassis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1700" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WPWZXbEIzpM/YIWZ9EaCZ5I/AAAAAAACDuM/HW8_Tpyzh5QDhlOc5bB2G416spD0bZnZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B20%2B-%2Btowards%2BCassis.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The views from outside the church are impressive. Above the view towards Cassis, below the city spread.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">On the way back down I caught another view of Notre Dame de la Garde. She's always watching, guarding her city.</span></p><p style="font-size: xx-large;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_r7NTZHZK-4/YIWa4qfXdKI/AAAAAAACDuU/xX8ysEtZBZgoSUtpLdsVNDXhdHg8HrveQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B15%2Bapproaching%2Bde%2Bla%2Bgarde.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1336" data-original-width="1600" height="534" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_r7NTZHZK-4/YIWa4qfXdKI/AAAAAAACDuU/xX8ysEtZBZgoSUtpLdsVNDXhdHg8HrveQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h534/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B15%2Bapproaching%2Bde%2Bla%2Bgarde.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Once down at the port again I had time before my second major event of the day, so I</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aIkjfo-GDY/YIWgpN9HFDI/AAAAAAACDug/ym-nXQ58FgEM3K40jS3Y1X7zYfcU8o6mwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B22a%2B-%2BMarseille%2BOlympique.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1354" data-original-width="1700" height="319" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0aIkjfo-GDY/YIWgpN9HFDI/AAAAAAACDug/ym-nXQ58FgEM3K40jS3Y1X7zYfcU8o6mwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h319/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B22a%2B-%2BMarseille%2BOlympique.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">wandered, stopping in at the Marseille football (soccer, know what I mean?) store, looking for a souvenir for my soccer-crazed nephew...</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I was drawn again to Norman Foster's crazy mirror. I took several photos from different angles - this is my favorite, wonderfully symmetrical, to my mind.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kg_G5oBkrM/YIWhDulqIlI/AAAAAAACDus/McvMEvJ-drIW2juAcRNTrvuEQO1rmmCwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B24%2B-%2BFoster%2527s%2Bcrazy%2Bmirror.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1183" data-original-width="1700" height="446" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kg_G5oBkrM/YIWhDulqIlI/AAAAAAACDus/McvMEvJ-drIW2juAcRNTrvuEQO1rmmCwwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h446/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B24%2B-%2BFoster%2527s%2Bcrazy%2Bmirror.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">And I asked a woman selling fish if she had a daughter named Fanny...she was not amused.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz6G1Zyw854/YIWhloS4B0I/AAAAAAACDu0/XS-n3UukOLAWCgsv9QwKbsRMhIQITaLKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1346/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B23%2B-%2BFanny%2527s%2Bmother%2Bsells%2Bfish.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1346" data-original-width="1300" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iz6G1Zyw854/YIWhloS4B0I/AAAAAAACDu0/XS-n3UukOLAWCgsv9QwKbsRMhIQITaLKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w386-h400/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B23%2B-%2BFanny%2527s%2Bmother%2Bsells%2Bfish.jpg" width="386" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">At last, my second big adventure of the day. Another boat rip, this time to the place, if you can believe Alexandre Dumas, where Edmond Dantes was imprisoned, before he miraculously escaped and became <i>The Count of Monte Cristo</i> - the Chateau d'If.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So, off to If...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewWWdejr8Js/YIWhzCwfu2I/AAAAAAACDu4/rIBSMFMVquA3kaBovGEOuEktt8fLoITXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2B-%2Bout%2Bto%2BIf.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1131" data-original-width="1700" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewWWdejr8Js/YIWhzCwfu2I/AAAAAAACDu4/rIBSMFMVquA3kaBovGEOuEktt8fLoITXQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2B-%2Bout%2Bto%2BIf.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Out we sailed, a boatload - and it was loaded, not a seat to be had for a person who might arrive moments before sailing - through the harbor,</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOqaVJnwMkE/YIWiMtsVTOI/AAAAAAACDvE/3nIFv9v28g8v9cnShutJVKKLoPB_G-eJwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2B-%2BMucem%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bharbor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="1800" height="250" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOqaVJnwMkE/YIWiMtsVTOI/AAAAAAACDvE/3nIFv9v28g8v9cnShutJVKKLoPB_G-eJwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h250/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2B-%2BMucem%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bharbor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">passing as we did the hip museum called Mucem (above) that I would visit on the following day. I love the long black walkway over the water to the museum</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U8_FRumegk/YIWixbu3E5I/AAAAAAACDvM/t0bvRirhTS47EhkNV1atczOMXfwOlGtZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B28%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bboat%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bforts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1076" data-original-width="1700" height="406" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2U8_FRumegk/YIWixbu3E5I/AAAAAAACDvM/t0bvRirhTS47EhkNV1atczOMXfwOlGtZQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h406/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B28%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bboat%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bforts.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">then the two castles, one on each side of the waterway (above and below) that once upon a time had guarded the city</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoAfkRg4ttc/YIWjkrvyZoI/AAAAAAACDvU/zeenxFRnhyIHqWZvAcamoqyfsY0Xf2zfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B29%2B-%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bfort.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1700" height="406" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LoAfkRg4ttc/YIWjkrvyZoI/AAAAAAACDvU/zeenxFRnhyIHqWZvAcamoqyfsY0Xf2zfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h406/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B29%2B-%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bfort.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">And after a short, pleasant voyage, we arrived at the island/prison,</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pDxt2WqgPI/YIWjyhQc25I/AAAAAAACDvY/Bk4I9-4u-PU0HFCWOWjhYS5bvQARCzP2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B35%2B-%2BChateau%2Bd%2527If.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="1700" height="448" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pDxt2WqgPI/YIWjyhQc25I/AAAAAAACDvY/Bk4I9-4u-PU0HFCWOWjhYS5bvQARCzP2QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h448/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B35%2B-%2BChateau%2Bd%2527If.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">the colorful Mediterranean splashing up to the rocky shore</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3y3hG8YCh04/YIWkICJvntI/AAAAAAACDvk/QtySwPYPvWEzkPw_wdC5s3dtXLC5vFAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B36a%2B-%2Bthe%2Bsea%2Bat%2Bd%2527If.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1166" data-original-width="1700" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3y3hG8YCh04/YIWkICJvntI/AAAAAAACDvk/QtySwPYPvWEzkPw_wdC5s3dtXLC5vFAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h438/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B36a%2B-%2Bthe%2Bsea%2Bat%2Bd%2527If.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">and the fearsome prison itself. "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here..."</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Adj7IxFZbh4/YIWm2M_OMDI/AAAAAAACDv4/qiNv4eOlcGoJitM3OXL-xD_wcxRZcfL5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B39%2B-%2Babandon%2Bhope.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="1700" height="374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Adj7IxFZbh4/YIWm2M_OMDI/AAAAAAACDv4/qiNv4eOlcGoJitM3OXL-xD_wcxRZcfL5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h374/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B39%2B-%2Babandon%2Bhope.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">As I did not wish to abandon hope, I did not enter the prison. Instead I opted for a cocktail very popular among the citizens of Marseille,&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFvJ_FxEatI/YIWlVczisdI/AAAAAAACDvs/_GYt54W91V4J-3mrafO6hQU219mSmgQIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1160/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B40%2B-%2Bmy%2Bfirst%2Band%2Bpossibly%2Blast%2Bpastis%2B-%2Banise%2Bflavor.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1160" data-original-width="918" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFvJ_FxEatI/YIWlVczisdI/AAAAAAACDvs/_GYt54W91V4J-3mrafO6hQU219mSmgQIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B40%2B-%2Bmy%2Bfirst%2Band%2Bpossibly%2Blast%2Bpastis%2B-%2Banise%2Bflavor.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">called a pastis, flavored with anise. It was my first glass, and almost assuredly my last glass ever - not my cuppa. But for people who like that sort of thing...that is the sort of thing they like.&nbsp;</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And my outdoor table afforded me a great view back to Marseille.</span><span style="font-size: xx-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzLL5d05xtA/YIWmmg_UWzI/AAAAAAACDv0/Vj6hzDFDnYwsokJf8ZvxdYRzcNLdFwrvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1564/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B42%2B-%2BMarseille%2Bfrom%2Bd%2527If.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="1564" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzLL5d05xtA/YIWmmg_UWzI/AAAAAAACDv0/Vj6hzDFDnYwsokJf8ZvxdYRzcNLdFwrvQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B42%2B-%2BMarseille%2Bfrom%2Bd%2527If.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I boarded the next available boat back the mainland</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSxivFnLzDY/YIWnoYnj1OI/AAAAAAACDwE/h-8JaHbiJw8bfo3afwfZiFbg9XsdLWvBgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B75-%2Bmy%2Bride%2Bback%2Bfrom%2BChateau%2Bd%2527IF.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="908" data-original-width="1700" height="342" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSxivFnLzDY/YIWnoYnj1OI/AAAAAAACDwE/h-8JaHbiJw8bfo3afwfZiFbg9XsdLWvBgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h342/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B75-%2Bmy%2Bride%2Bback%2Bfrom%2BChateau%2Bd%2527IF.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">As soon as I alit from the boat, I went in search of food! Actually I didn't have to search, because a helpful young woman back at the Lyon tourist bureau had given me a tip as to her favorite place to eat at the Vieux Port..</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHx_f9y1MVg/YIWoA8b_UZI/AAAAAAACDwM/iW8xTC05Ud8nEC8ueUl_mkEjENfSp52YgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B79%2B-%2Bmy%2Bexcellent%2Blunch%2Bplace.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="1700" height="374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vHx_f9y1MVg/YIWoA8b_UZI/AAAAAAACDwM/iW8xTC05Ud8nEC8ueUl_mkEjENfSp52YgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h374/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B79%2B-%2Bmy%2Bexcellent%2Blunch%2Bplace.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">And she was not wrong, in fact I later emailed her to thank for the suggestion.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">the interior was light and airy</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxf4O332ILk/YIWodQ7YMgI/AAAAAAACDwU/vIC3SaWUTGUx7hklnAfG3n3_6eP_9efPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s3541/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B80%2Bint%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2545" data-original-width="3541" height="460" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vxf4O332ILk/YIWodQ7YMgI/AAAAAAACDwU/vIC3SaWUTGUx7hklnAfG3n3_6eP_9efPgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h460/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B80%2Bint%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">And the member of the waitstaff who served me was excellent. I ordered monkfish - ugly looking fish, but really tasty, and wash it down, I thought I'd go local - a glass of cassis. The server paused briefly, then recommended another white that would better accompany the the fish. I was about to accept her judgement without argument when she said, "Wait! I will bring you a small glass of each and you can decide!"</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDZyYSl7EC8/YIWru8GZSRI/AAAAAAACDwk/zX98K6swvMcn2HskTjfiRPJEpXga--vBACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B81%2B-%2Bmy%2Bmonkfish%2Bwonderful%2Blunch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1399" data-original-width="1600" height="560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDZyYSl7EC8/YIWru8GZSRI/AAAAAAACDwk/zX98K6swvMcn2HskTjfiRPJEpXga--vBACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h560/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B81%2B-%2Bmy%2Bmonkfish%2Bwonderful%2Blunch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Like the young woman from Lyon who suggested the eatery, my server was not wrong! Delicious - and less expensive than the cassis would have been. I told her the story of how I found the place, she was delighted and told the other staff, and for a little while I felt like more than just an anonymous tourist - a brief encounter. Lovely!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A fine dining experience, a great way to end the day.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">******</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxY6dbYB74E/YIlVryW_LqI/AAAAAAACDxE/DiwG_8XEUB0L9VZrCjsdCcsPnqHPvROWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1618/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B28%2B-%2BMucem%2Bwalkway%2Bfrom%2Bit%2Bto%2Bthe%2BFort%2B-%2Bdamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="1618" height="362" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxY6dbYB74E/YIlVryW_LqI/AAAAAAACDxE/DiwG_8XEUB0L9VZrCjsdCcsPnqHPvROWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h362/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B28%2B-%2BMucem%2Bwalkway%2Bfrom%2Bit%2Bto%2Bthe%2BFort%2B-%2Bdamp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">Alas, my final day in Marseille was nearly a&nbsp;</span>complete wash-out. The rain was never heavy, but persistent, so my hopes of casually wandering the city were dashed. I did, however, manage to get to two museums, Mucem, as planned (and mentioned/pictured above) the small but delightful Musée Regards de Provence, only a few hundred yards away from Mucem, also near the waterfront.</p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyjyrWLxpT4/YIlVSSx-h_I/AAAAAAACDw8/ybU7iq8PLsc4yE_291JK3XTPB8Ji0HwKwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B1%2B-%2BMusee%2BRegards%2Bde%2BProvence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="803" data-original-width="1700" height="302" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyjyrWLxpT4/YIlVSSx-h_I/AAAAAAACDw8/ybU7iq8PLsc4yE_291JK3XTPB8Ji0HwKwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h302/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B1%2B-%2BMusee%2BRegards%2Bde%2BProvence.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">To the latter first: I missed this gem in my research, so when I found it, it came as a happy surprise! Described as a showcase for the arts of Provence, it owns about 900 artworks created in and about Provence.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iY0MalsAoM/YIlWzZlekZI/AAAAAAACDxM/e4R-GpqRwA0Wka4tCUB5n01Dbnma-S9hgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B2%2B-%2Bchef%2Blast%2Bsupper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="2000" height="380" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iY0MalsAoM/YIlWzZlekZI/AAAAAAACDxM/e4R-GpqRwA0Wka4tCUB5n01Dbnma-S9hgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h380/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B2%2B-%2Bchef%2Blast%2Bsupper.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The first work I saw was a large photograph (above), featuring the Great Chefs of France posed as the those present at the Last Supper.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USwKBr3E1dE/YIlYIl2Q1QI/AAAAAAACDxU/UYx47SAyR4cmm4dJ7_20rJrNRsQqxrc-ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1703/day%2B10%2BMarseiile%2Bday%2B4%2B6%2B-%2BPierre%2Bet%2BGilles%252C%2BLa%2Bbiere%2Bpaillette%252C%2BFlorian%2BBallico%2B2014%2Bsmaller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1703" data-original-width="1700" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USwKBr3E1dE/YIlYIl2Q1QI/AAAAAAACDxU/UYx47SAyR4cmm4dJ7_20rJrNRsQqxrc-ACLcBGAsYHQ/w399-h400/day%2B10%2BMarseiile%2Bday%2B4%2B6%2B-%2BPierre%2Bet%2BGilles%252C%2BLa%2Bbiere%2Bpaillette%252C%2BFlorian%2BBallico%2B2014%2Bsmaller.jpg" width="399" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Just about everything else I viewed on my visit lived up to the tongue-in-cheek, quirky sense of humor I noticed in the chefs' last supper. Above, "Pierre et Gilles, La Biere Paillette" by Florian Ballico - what a way to sell beer! And below two on the subject of vegetables:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIxCb3Akx-Y/YIlZMjzaMzI/AAAAAAACDxc/QypyRRvTaQA0u_lmonpGi84LU44OBuDuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1116/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B5%2B-%2Basparagus%2Bgone%2Bwild.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jIxCb3Akx-Y/YIlZMjzaMzI/AAAAAAACDxc/QypyRRvTaQA0u_lmonpGi84LU44OBuDuACLcBGAsYHQ/w516-h640/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B5%2B-%2Basparagus%2Bgone%2Bwild.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">What do you see here? The artist sees "Asparagus gone wild."</span></p><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB-QD66ajC0/YIlZjWmTv9I/AAAAAAACDxk/NMRkgyz1eIoJn_zsXGejBPeCB8evXg53ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1296/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B9%2B-%2Blettucehead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB-QD66ajC0/YIlZjWmTv9I/AAAAAAACDxk/NMRkgyz1eIoJn_zsXGejBPeCB8evXg53ACLcBGAsYHQ/w444-h640/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B9%2B-%2Blettucehead.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">And this? "Lettucehead" of course!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There are a few older artworks here, sometimes juxtaposed with a more recent piece on a similar theme:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpvYbnWmQdU/YIlacb9STcI/AAAAAAACDxs/StxwlD8iPrEoxAagPH4Txt2qZp8hfuS1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1204/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B12%2B-%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bport%252C%2BPomerat%2B1909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpvYbnWmQdU/YIlacb9STcI/AAAAAAACDxs/StxwlD8iPrEoxAagPH4Txt2qZp8hfuS1gCLcBGAsYHQ/w478-h640/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B12%2B-%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bport%252C%2BPomerat%2B1909.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">"The Old Port" by Pomerat, painted 1909</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_h6yL3ymN_I/YIlaloErSII/AAAAAAACDxw/Y4eeHS41yjk8wLtT33OyXL8brzlXGOxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1362/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B10%2B-%2BPoissonierre%2Bby%2BBaboulene%2B1947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="902" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_h6yL3ymN_I/YIlaloErSII/AAAAAAACDxw/Y4eeHS41yjk8wLtT33OyXL8brzlXGOxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/w424-h640/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B10%2B-%2BPoissonierre%2Bby%2BBaboulene%2B1947.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">And "Poissoniere" by Baboulene (1947) showing another kind of worker at the port, in a very different style.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The general attitude is delightfully irreverent:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktw8x218iVM/YIlcK_WX3FI/AAAAAAACDyA/FDz5S0Mi0eQraNcozGzBnbufFkRNdGF7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1400/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B3%2B-%2Bart%2Beats%2Bart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1288" data-original-width="1400" height="368" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktw8x218iVM/YIlcK_WX3FI/AAAAAAACDyA/FDz5S0Mi0eQraNcozGzBnbufFkRNdGF7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h368/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B3%2B-%2Bart%2Beats%2Bart.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Art eats art!" As to museums themselves?</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VurzShFkVrE/YIlcngxBTBI/AAAAAAACDyI/UDhZzO17XAgiOJpvmVNEM4HN_-eCg-zJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B4%2B-%2Ba%2Bquip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VurzShFkVrE/YIlcngxBTBI/AAAAAAACDyI/UDhZzO17XAgiOJpvmVNEM4HN_-eCg-zJQCLcBGAsYHQ/w450-h640/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B4%2B-%2Ba%2Bquip.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Museums 'are not required' or 'serve no useful purpose.'" Nevertheless I had a delightful time in this unique showcase.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I had a long wait at Mucem, because it drizzled the entire time, and there was a very long line, because it was raining and there was little else to do. But it was worth the wait for this "Museum of European and Mediterranean Civilizations."&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wad3Qi11GO0/YIlg7b52m9I/AAAAAAACDyQ/6sRmZIw04fs_Jb5n32OjgK6xY-4L38DoACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B20%2B-%2BMucem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1700" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wad3Qi11GO0/YIlg7b52m9I/AAAAAAACDyQ/6sRmZIw04fs_Jb5n32OjgK6xY-4L38DoACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h338/day%2B10%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B4%2B20%2B-%2BMucem.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="font-size: x-large;">It is described (in Wikipedia, so take it with a grain of salt) as taking an interdisciplinary approach to the cross-fertilization evident in the history and cultures of the Mediterranean basin. It opened in 2013, to coincide with a year that Marseille was designated the European Capital of Culture.</p><p style="font-size: x-large;">The lighting in the interior was such that I had a difficult time photographing any of it, so I'll offer a few inscriptions that I hope will give you a sense of the collection, the first historical:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-IaXPdCG0A/YIli_gzqDyI/AAAAAAACDyY/1p0lm_9DKZ8lEXa8OcGXsgqDtq7vudWyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/typical%2BMucem%2Bdescription.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="2000" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-IaXPdCG0A/YIli_gzqDyI/AAAAAAACDyY/1p0lm_9DKZ8lEXa8OcGXsgqDtq7vudWyQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h230/typical%2BMucem%2Bdescription.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">The second offering three very different descriptions of Marseille:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46k0DadoyH0/YIljn39wcDI/AAAAAAACDyo/zHfZyJM9dEgfTkB-TVLsaC5iqo42CcLTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2000/Mucem%2Bdescriptions%2Bof%2BMarseille.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="2000" height="242" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-46k0DadoyH0/YIljn39wcDI/AAAAAAACDyo/zHfZyJM9dEgfTkB-TVLsaC5iqo42CcLTgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h242/Mucem%2Bdescriptions%2Bof%2BMarseille.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">I especially like the third quotation.</p><p style="font-size: x-large;">Two very different museums, each offering unique and excellent visions on the area in which I was lucky enough to visit.</p><p style="font-size: x-large;">When I left Mucem it had not stopped raining, so I stopped, as did many others, in at a church on the Vieux Port, the Eglise Saint-Ferreole.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCyujh3b830/YIlkuXuXiDI/AAAAAAACDyw/LJSPdGYgMpYYxp7idtVU9ut2A3mlHmuogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1569/Eglise%2BSaint-Ferreol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1569" data-original-width="1300" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCyujh3b830/YIlkuXuXiDI/AAAAAAACDyw/LJSPdGYgMpYYxp7idtVU9ut2A3mlHmuogCLcBGAsYHQ/w530-h640/Eglise%2BSaint-Ferreol.jpg" width="530" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">Then savored a delicious "glacier" - as good as gelato, and I love gelato - at a place just next door to it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SorN5JkQ--s/YIlmNPd2TpI/AAAAAAACDzA/LnWSegPYQmcHjI7KHIiH5Jq6zuxstIvoACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/Glacier%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bate%2Bthe%2Brain%2Baway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1317" data-original-width="1700" height="496" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SorN5JkQ--s/YIlmNPd2TpI/AAAAAAACDzA/LnWSegPYQmcHjI7KHIiH5Jq6zuxstIvoACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h496/Glacier%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bate%2Bthe%2Brain%2Baway.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">I leave you, as I had to leave Marseille (sigh) with a bright announcement of the city and one last look at the Vieux Port and Notre Dame de la Garde. Adieu, Marseille, adieu to anyone who bothers to read this.&nbsp;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23M4mpKW83Y/YIll60Vz1EI/AAAAAAACDy4/gb3PD2g34UQ_H3WHOGf3Pj4V-oHDxCWzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2185/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B82%2B-%2BMarseille%2Band%2BSt%2BM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="941" data-original-width="2185" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-23M4mpKW83Y/YIll60Vz1EI/AAAAAAACDy4/gb3PD2g34UQ_H3WHOGf3Pj4V-oHDxCWzQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h276/day%2B9%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B3%2B82%2B-%2BMarseille%2Band%2BSt%2BM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;">Next post from my visit to Arles - and a few great side trips!</p><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p></p><p style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></p></span><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-49042236675086768912021-04-25T08:50:00.006-04:002021-05-31T14:01:43.070-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o Fall 2019 5: Marseille, Days 1 & 2<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I liked Lyon quite a bit, but I fell in love with Marseille!&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The rail journey between the two cities was short and pleasant, but I took a later train than I should have, and by the time I reached Marseille I was rather tired. I decided to take it easy, opting only for a late lunch at and a stroll around the Vieux Port.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgEhinVacrM/YIQiNLGmn_I/AAAAAAACDng/1RumV2991X40Rsa8LDQ89zvYmHd7M0gMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B1%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bi%2Bet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1272" data-original-width="1700" height="299" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgEhinVacrM/YIQiNLGmn_I/AAAAAAACDng/1RumV2991X40Rsa8LDQ89zvYmHd7M0gMgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h299/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B1%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bi%2Bet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jhkxjOXOuOs/YIQiX8ylRQI/AAAAAAACDnk/IXysk8VmS30-EGIelctOkEMdNMTVXCLwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1284/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B2%2B-%2Blunch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jhkxjOXOuOs/YIQiX8ylRQI/AAAAAAACDnk/IXysk8VmS30-EGIelctOkEMdNMTVXCLwQCLcBGAsYHQ/w374-h400/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B2%2B-%2Blunch.jpg" width="374" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">Lunch was mediocre, though the wine was fine, and I found the old port exciting in spite of (or possibly because of?) the fact that it is rough-edged place. Slightly seedy, perhaps but strong on atmosphere.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLWO6Pv73HE/YIQi2EL6dsI/AAAAAAACDnw/uOuNIsyQ1Us-jNSHJs_ToYQf8ta6UY8ZACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bport.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1087" data-original-width="1700" height="410" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLWO6Pv73HE/YIQi2EL6dsI/AAAAAAACDnw/uOuNIsyQ1Us-jNSHJs_ToYQf8ta6UY8ZACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h410/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bport.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgvSBNnpsUk/YIQjA3DwHPI/AAAAAAACDn0/0Y8EBrd8zjYokvql5Q3hyt7NrXihBEl0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B6%2B-%2Bthe%2BEdmond%2BDantes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="903" data-original-width="1700" height="340" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgvSBNnpsUk/YIQjA3DwHPI/AAAAAAACDn0/0Y8EBrd8zjYokvql5Q3hyt7NrXihBEl0QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h340/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B6%2B-%2Bthe%2BEdmond%2BDantes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The old-fashioned sailing boat in the distance on the right and the tour boat Edmund Dantes on the left excited me, the first because, if touristy, it was quite pretty and the second because I planned a cruise in a day or so to the Chateau d'If, the tiny isle on which Dantes was imprisoned in the swash-buckling novel <i>The Count of Monte Cristo</i>.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And then there was this:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7J5Jxeh0F4/YIQkTkEXFRI/AAAAAAACDoA/tdFgrWVdVrAPhLLdiNstWz8keXz_epTHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1253/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B5%2B-%2BN%2BFoster%2527s%2Bwacky%2Bmirror.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1253" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7J5Jxeh0F4/YIQkTkEXFRI/AAAAAAACDoA/tdFgrWVdVrAPhLLdiNstWz8keXz_epTHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w562-h640/day%2B7%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B1%2B5%2B-%2BN%2BFoster%2527s%2Bwacky%2Bmirror.jpg" width="562" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">A gigantic mirror hanging above an open area right next to the water. Designed by the famous Norman Foster, I found it a tad wacky, but delightfully festive!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">After my introduction to the heart of Marseille, I returned to my hotel, only a ten minute walk away from the Vieux Port, more than content with my brief introduction to the city.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The next morning I was out early, to grab my seat in a minivan tour. Our guide Nathalie was a very attractive and fit older woman (though not nearly as old as I) with excellent English, and the seven other travelers were all from Malta, family with one of the brightest "tweens" I've ever spoken to - good company! Not always the case in minivan tours, alas and alack. A sophisticated small city and a charming fishing village were the targets for the day.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The first is a place that has been called "the city of 1,000 fountains," Aix-en-Provence, where our guide for the day lives - the largest fountain, Fontaine de la Rotonde, is pictured below.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAX1HJWh3C4/YIQ7xhq3lQI/AAAAAAACDoQ/aRFjQw1sMgMYyCHNm-LFgKgM4eEANJWSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B3a%2B-%2Blarge%2Bftn%2BAix%2B-%2Brotonda%2Bmaybe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="1700" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAX1HJWh3C4/YIQ7xhq3lQI/AAAAAAACDoQ/aRFjQw1sMgMYyCHNm-LFgKgM4eEANJWSgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h296/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B3a%2B-%2Blarge%2Bftn%2BAix%2B-%2Brotonda%2Bmaybe.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><p><span style="font-size: large;">I had visited Provence slightly more than 20 years ago, but stayed in Avignon and took only half-day trip on my own, to Orange. I had wanted to include Aix on that trip, however I made up for it, too briefly, on this journey.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Our guide led us towards the Place de la Ville, but stopped at a few spots first, one of which was a typical small square, cobblestoned, called Place Albertas. The building pictured is a 17th century "hotel particulier" - an elegant town house.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iyd6UwThuRA/YIQ_t1ZJs8I/AAAAAAACDoY/BxEqJykQrsk8GbERtoC148Lc3zM8blO-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B6%2BPlace%2BAlbertas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="1600" height="520" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iyd6UwThuRA/YIQ_t1ZJs8I/AAAAAAACDoY/BxEqJykQrsk8GbERtoC148Lc3zM8blO-wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h520/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B6%2BPlace%2BAlbertas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then I stepped in to ruin the picture.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HHDrmiF05I/YIQ_6usesWI/AAAAAAACDoc/YvEAwooea4YtLOrN_3Yv6VBTqC1mm85hgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B8%2B-%2BJack%2Bat%2BPlace%2Bd%2527Albertas%2B-%2Bbetter%2Bshot%2Bof%2Bbldg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1268" data-original-width="1600" height="508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4HHDrmiF05I/YIQ_6usesWI/AAAAAAACDoc/YvEAwooea4YtLOrN_3Yv6VBTqC1mm85hgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h508/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B8%2B-%2BJack%2Bat%2BPlace%2Bd%2527Albertas%2B-%2Bbetter%2Bshot%2Bof%2Bbldg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Nathalie pointed out several different doors of residences decked with small statues, to frighten evil away according to her.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BgwT35ivig/YIRA9xEeByI/AAAAAAACDoo/7FOLiPlX5JAbrRznc0WhxW2rg97Sy7jngCLcBGAsYHQ/s1350/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B11%2B-%2BAix%2B-%2Bhotel%2Bdoor%2Bwith%2Bstatues%2Bto%2Bfrighten%2Bevil.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1262" data-original-width="1350" height="598" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BgwT35ivig/YIRA9xEeByI/AAAAAAACDoo/7FOLiPlX5JAbrRznc0WhxW2rg97Sy7jngCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h598/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B11%2B-%2BAix%2B-%2Bhotel%2Bdoor%2Bwith%2Bstatues%2Bto%2Bfrighten%2Bevil.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">She also drew our attention to religious statues set into the walls of houses, usually on a corner, explaining that during plagues,</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRN1nmg9BDg/YIRKpukLf_I/AAAAAAACDpA/9x-LK-WAyFwlrgOHHZPDLdXTyh2Ix-SIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1241/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B-%2Banother%2Bcorner%2Bwall%2Bsculpture%252C%2Banother%2BCat-Arles%2Bconnection.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1110" data-original-width="1241" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRN1nmg9BDg/YIRKpukLf_I/AAAAAAACDpA/9x-LK-WAyFwlrgOHHZPDLdXTyh2Ix-SIwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h358/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B-%2Banother%2Bcorner%2Bwall%2Bsculpture%252C%2Banother%2BCat-Arles%2Bconnection.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">religious services (the Roman Catholic mass almost certainly in this area) had to be held outdoors and these statues marked places that congregations could gather for for the ritual.</span><p style="font-size: xx-large;"></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Next, the edge of Place de La Ville - and on market day!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WS5MQ0VO9I/YIRNj8bMuEI/AAAAAAACDpI/QQzVPCmcga0n06fiO3NncPrWS60p6l-KgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B21%2B-%2Bmarket%2Bday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1107" data-original-width="1700" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WS5MQ0VO9I/YIRNj8bMuEI/AAAAAAACDpI/QQzVPCmcga0n06fiO3NncPrWS60p6l-KgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h416/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B21%2B-%2Bmarket%2Bday.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Our lovely guide Nathalie chats with some of the Maltese.</span></p></span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tt5lQn9Ul48/YIRNxN-_7PI/AAAAAAACDpM/Cg-hwHSwqoIBgnVVcXMqWA9wp1iSEdhjQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B19%2B-%2Bour%2Bgreat%2Bguide%2BNathalie%2Bwith%2Btwo%2Bof%2Bthe%2BMaltese.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1329" data-original-width="1600" height="532" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tt5lQn9Ul48/YIRNxN-_7PI/AAAAAAACDpM/Cg-hwHSwqoIBgnVVcXMqWA9wp1iSEdhjQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h532/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B19%2B-%2Bour%2Bgreat%2Bguide%2BNathalie%2Bwith%2Btwo%2Bof%2Bthe%2BMaltese.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">My favorite stand in any market - olives!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QjgxNu468uA/YIROEzKCPPI/AAAAAAACDpY/R7PZ6UvrrlI09GWFUY5DpObFdagElYFGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B23%2B-%2Bolives%2Bforever.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="1600" height="612" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QjgxNu468uA/YIROEzKCPPI/AAAAAAACDpY/R7PZ6UvrrlI09GWFUY5DpObFdagElYFGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h612/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B23%2B-%2Bolives%2Bforever.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Others might prefer veggies - look at the peppers!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF23gKXw9dI/YIROn01dakI/AAAAAAACDpg/sn3VTB1Yne8NXAOgcwlLRjzWvU56iDdVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2Bwhat%2Bpeppers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="1700" height="420" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AF23gKXw9dI/YIROn01dakI/AAAAAAACDpg/sn3VTB1Yne8NXAOgcwlLRjzWvU56iDdVwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h420/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2Bwhat%2Bpeppers.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Hôtel de Ville itself - two views</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">An ancient Roman column, reminding us that centuries ago occupied this area, southern Gaul</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AD_0bDOgtc8/YIRPvv7e4uI/AAAAAAACDqA/XgJ9gxUDHCwFOBkwyLfNDnINPUQ2D3ZWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1276/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B20%2Banother%2Bancient%2Bcolumn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1276" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AD_0bDOgtc8/YIRPvv7e4uI/AAAAAAACDqA/XgJ9gxUDHCwFOBkwyLfNDnINPUQ2D3ZWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w314-h400/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B20%2Banother%2Bancient%2Bcolumn.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I loved every minute of this tour, but more than anything else, for me Aix is the city of Cezanne! His name is everywhere.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0JXsfN_4cA/YIRSTWOy1JI/AAAAAAACDqI/2YZVL4Odfnkf-_aAnmVi7_kuS6kBT9uowCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B33%2B-%2Blook%2Bno%2Bfurther%2Bfor%2BCezanne.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1132" data-original-width="1700" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_0JXsfN_4cA/YIRSTWOy1JI/AAAAAAACDqI/2YZVL4Odfnkf-_aAnmVi7_kuS6kBT9uowCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h426/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B33%2B-%2Blook%2Bno%2Bfurther%2Bfor%2BCezanne.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">You can walk the Cezanne Trail, and important spots along it are marked by a shiny, tiny gold plaques in the cobblestones.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7z3ydF9ENE/YIRSeqPhboI/AAAAAAACDqM/HF4uMTAcpMEuFtBrwfyGfsPDQUwJ6_OzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1318/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B30%2B-%2Blooking%2Bfor%2BCezanne%2Bfollow%2Bthe%2Btrail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1225" data-original-width="1318" height="371" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K7z3ydF9ENE/YIRSeqPhboI/AAAAAAACDqM/HF4uMTAcpMEuFtBrwfyGfsPDQUwJ6_OzwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h371/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B30%2B-%2Blooking%2Bfor%2BCezanne%2Bfollow%2Bthe%2Btrail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">One such place is the building where he went to school - a plaque reminding us marks the spot.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdBg3RZrFOg/YIRS1KGyv6I/AAAAAAACDqY/321mJG-X6-oMU69Xcl7Vk_-WTgL_nyzOgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1650/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B31%2B-%2Bfollowing%2Bthe%2BCezanne%2Btrail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="1650" height="305" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jdBg3RZrFOg/YIRS1KGyv6I/AAAAAAACDqY/321mJG-X6-oMU69Xcl7Vk_-WTgL_nyzOgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h305/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B31%2B-%2Bfollowing%2Bthe%2BCezanne%2Btrail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">There is even a fountain with a bas-relief of Cezanne...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYg1XblND_w/YIRTGR31JFI/AAAAAAACDqg/l2h66Ngk25ADL60JIat6gQGQ1xmjL2tnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1218/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B12%2B-%2Banother%2Bfountain%2B-%2Bfocu%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bscupture%2Babove.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1218" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYg1XblND_w/YIRTGR31JFI/AAAAAAACDqg/l2h66Ngk25ADL60JIat6gQGQ1xmjL2tnwCLcBGAsYHQ/w420-h640/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B12%2B-%2Banother%2Bfountain%2B-%2Bfocu%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bscupture%2Babove.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The artist who created it? Jean Renoir. Here's a closer look.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtRZ34iwHkQ/YIRTYdTslgI/AAAAAAACDqo/ZtXdJX4g9vUk6GlNywoXWJaAWyFbmL_jgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1548/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2Bbust%2Bof%2BCezanne%2Bby%2BRenoir.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GtRZ34iwHkQ/YIRTYdTslgI/AAAAAAACDqo/ZtXdJX4g9vUk6GlNywoXWJaAWyFbmL_jgCLcBGAsYHQ/w414-h640/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2Bbust%2Bof%2BCezanne%2Bby%2BRenoir.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Last but not least a statue of Cezanne, striding onward.&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYzOMNeNpjg/YIRT296YynI/AAAAAAACDqw/CGHDkoilXes_Eh8nukukhDMt8buPiQDHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1688/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Band%2Bfinally%2BI%2Bmeet%2BCezanne.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1688" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYzOMNeNpjg/YIRT296YynI/AAAAAAACDqw/CGHDkoilXes_Eh8nukukhDMt8buPiQDHQCLcBGAsYHQ/w284-h640/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Band%2Bfinally%2BI%2Bmeet%2BCezanne.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">As we drove out of Aix, Nathalie pointed out Mont Sainte-Victoire, which the great artist painted countless times (according to Wikipedia "over 60 times" but you never know).</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J86Ipk4RvCc/YIRUeu5pVoI/AAAAAAACDq4/0QSOkunN0h0rRHG5Cyudq2_SnBhwYug3wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Bmt%2BSt%2BVictoire%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1000" height="295" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J86Ipk4RvCc/YIRUeu5pVoI/AAAAAAACDq4/0QSOkunN0h0rRHG5Cyudq2_SnBhwYug3wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h295/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Bmt%2BSt%2BVictoire%2Bagain.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;">******</p><p><span style="font-size: large;">On to the seaside village of Cassis! Before Nathalie drove us there we stopped far above the village.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFzxq8-vV5c/YIRVU2LIluI/AAAAAAACDrA/7DNGrkXx_QAQzcyH2l5MQ1pXCj44MyT8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1650/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B59a%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bwe%2Bwere%2Bsuposed%2Bto%2Bhave%2Bour%2Bview%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1214" data-original-width="1650" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IFzxq8-vV5c/YIRVU2LIluI/AAAAAAACDrA/7DNGrkXx_QAQzcyH2l5MQ1pXCj44MyT8ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h470/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B59a%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bwe%2Bwere%2Bsuposed%2Bto%2Bhave%2Bour%2Bview%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">This spectacular view of the coast and the Mediterranean alone would have "made" this tour for me.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sc5K1gxg2-I/YIRVqGqw10I/AAAAAAACDrI/qWNxlq-zUbwdihL_7Eh_QN_Xh3R1MXs-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2BCassis%2Band%2Bthe%2BMed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="946" data-original-width="1700" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sc5K1gxg2-I/YIRVqGqw10I/AAAAAAACDrI/qWNxlq-zUbwdihL_7Eh_QN_Xh3R1MXs-gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h356/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2BCassis%2Band%2Bthe%2BMed.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Back down from the heights, welcome to Cassis...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3QV5q4UWZM/YIRXFuC8iAI/AAAAAAACDrQ/k0-TvwBHoUUGb8AYJzcHWwjdMAp4F67wQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B67%2B-%2Bheading%2Bout%2Bof%2BCassis%2Bport.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="1700" height="270" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n3QV5q4UWZM/YIRXFuC8iAI/AAAAAAACDrQ/k0-TvwBHoUUGb8AYJzcHWwjdMAp4F67wQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h270/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B67%2B-%2Bheading%2Bout%2Bof%2BCassis%2Bport.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Here we were given our choice: wander through the village, shop, eat lunch, enjoy the beach...</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48cgYpKmGB8/YIRbJpH6xMI/AAAAAAACDrk/Q2nObtgeWf0wTlCDkeeIemWoSDOJrtVHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bat%2BCassis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="1700" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48cgYpKmGB8/YIRbJpH6xMI/AAAAAAACDrk/Q2nObtgeWf0wTlCDkeeIemWoSDOJrtVHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bat%2BCassis.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">or take a boat tour to three of the "calanques," or inlets, ranging from modest to mountainous, very inexpensive, 45 minutes...the prime reason I chose this particular tour, so off I sailed - our trusty craft, below</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3MrBONyHFM/YIRc5C7BZeI/AAAAAAACDrw/RAi_wH10S14CP2evX8Xn2gXQAwHqcQ9HQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1194/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B66%2B-%2Bour%2Btrusty%2Bcraft.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_3MrBONyHFM/YIRc5C7BZeI/AAAAAAACDrw/RAi_wH10S14CP2evX8Xn2gXQAwHqcQ9HQCLcBGAsYHQ/w335-h400/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B66%2B-%2Bour%2Btrusty%2Bcraft.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">And off we went</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYnsL2hnZAg/YIRdFSzEL7I/AAAAAAACDr0/ez3DG6pUTCMLrYgDPv6Pefv2AgN8ERBgACLcBGAsYHQ/s1596/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B71%2B-%2Boff%2Bwe%2Bgo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1146" data-original-width="1596" height="460" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYnsL2hnZAg/YIRdFSzEL7I/AAAAAAACDr0/ez3DG6pUTCMLrYgDPv6Pefv2AgN8ERBgACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h460/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B71%2B-%2Boff%2Bwe%2Bgo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">the first calanque is little more than an indentation between low hills, with its own marina and the only one that is accessible by automobile.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PB3-YQmIGaw/YIRdvJI9EGI/AAAAAAACDsA/IcAlz5gyLDcjv-g7zXA76D-7IKfkkh-QwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B74%2Bthis%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bonly%2Bone%2Bthat%2Bcan%2Bbe%2Breached%2Bby%2Bcar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1700" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PB3-YQmIGaw/YIRdvJI9EGI/AAAAAAACDsA/IcAlz5gyLDcjv-g7zXA76D-7IKfkkh-QwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h272/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B74%2Bthis%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bonly%2Bone%2Bthat%2Bcan%2Bbe%2Breached%2Bby%2Bcar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">the second, a bit less domesticated - the first photo is of us heading in, the second heading out.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHjc1OE3bBU/YIRfL58ywWI/AAAAAAACDsI/EcioFclLe7QWta5maFsrbBrMAtDBjBpZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B79%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2B2nd%2Bcalanque%2B-%2Blow%2Bbut%2Bless%2Bpopulated.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="967" data-original-width="1700" height="364" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHjc1OE3bBU/YIRfL58ywWI/AAAAAAACDsI/EcioFclLe7QWta5maFsrbBrMAtDBjBpZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h364/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B79%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2B2nd%2Bcalanque%2B-%2Blow%2Bbut%2Bless%2Bpopulated.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LEIvX4iS_g/YIRfghbp_1I/AAAAAAACDsQ/kYr7ag8YnFg9LFERL7xYPXPLhoyFoqrtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1616/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B80%2B-%2Bleaving%2Bcalanque%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="1616" height="368" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LEIvX4iS_g/YIRfghbp_1I/AAAAAAACDsQ/kYr7ag8YnFg9LFERL7xYPXPLhoyFoqrtQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h368/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B80%2B-%2Bleaving%2Bcalanque%2B2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The third was more like the calanques I had read about, more dramatic than the first two</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY6jkyCzzpU/YIRiOvpn4iI/AAAAAAACDs8/cWTd9Zb90rQhiA7DQHh-VCs7ZN8AKiRTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1632/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B81%2B-%2Bentering%2Bthe%2Bthird%2Bwas%2Bmore%2Bdramatic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1632" height="422" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY6jkyCzzpU/YIRiOvpn4iI/AAAAAAACDs8/cWTd9Zb90rQhiA7DQHh-VCs7ZN8AKiRTQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h422/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B81%2B-%2Bentering%2Bthe%2Bthird%2Bwas%2Bmore%2Bdramatic.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">There was even a cave - and unusual rock formations.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlJ3Kp44cvs/YIRhTKGj2nI/AAAAAAACDss/GkMCFIj5eN8K6Wt47VcoJMJGC2_q4B1hgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B82%2B-%2Bthere%2Bwas%2Beven%2Ba%2Bcave.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">After which we sped on the open sea back to Cassis.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKL4hgQW63g/YIRkD7NBo_I/AAAAAAACDtM/zc8Nxs6ZksUoKdSj_hPzOWGeBfdLUl-5wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B86%2B-%2Bfull%2Bspeed%2Bahead.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YKL4hgQW63g/YIRkD7NBo_I/AAAAAAACDtM/zc8Nxs6ZksUoKdSj_hPzOWGeBfdLUl-5wCLcBGAsYHQ/w480-h640/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B86%2B-%2Bfull%2Bspeed%2Bahead.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were given introductory tour only. The calanques farther along the coast, I'm told, are even more dramatic, but I really enjoyed the time in and out of these inlets on the Mediterranean.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ND_Ewur7FbA/YIRkh2XQ6YI/AAAAAAACDtU/mPsyfReYeLwQ1fVs-W9fPkjGv6V0m3y0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B88%2B-%2Bchurning%2Bit%2Bup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1127" data-original-width="1700" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ND_Ewur7FbA/YIRkh2XQ6YI/AAAAAAACDtU/mPsyfReYeLwQ1fVs-W9fPkjGv6V0m3y0gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B88%2B-%2Bchurning%2Bit%2Bup.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Back on land, I had time for a glass of the white wine that the village is known for, vin not-so ordinaire - cassis:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZhYm3CT-r4/YIRlW1dIBaI/AAAAAAACDtc/sSgqGEuHsosgEtLulKFtvTGb6QciIcuvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s991/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B89%2B-%2Bwhat%2Bbetter%2Bafter%2Bthan%2Ba%2Bglass%2Bof%2BCassis%253F.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="859" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ZhYm3CT-r4/YIRlW1dIBaI/AAAAAAACDtc/sSgqGEuHsosgEtLulKFtvTGb6QciIcuvQCLcBGAsYHQ/w346-h400/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B89%2B-%2Bwhat%2Bbetter%2Bafter%2Bthan%2Ba%2Bglass%2Bof%2BCassis%253F.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Au revoir Cassis...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfSWxsqAuUo/YIRmVOSj1DI/AAAAAAACDtk/NP4HUQoxNe8Y9D1N5eI4sD-qEEKGFhP2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2B-%2Banother%2Blook%2Bat%2Bport%2BCassis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1028" data-original-width="1700" height="388" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfSWxsqAuUo/YIRmVOSj1DI/AAAAAAACDtk/NP4HUQoxNe8Y9D1N5eI4sD-qEEKGFhP2QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h388/day%2B8%2BMarseille%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2B-%2Banother%2Blook%2Bat%2Bport%2BCassis.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And au revoir this post. In my next I'll show you images of my last two days in Marseille, if you like it, as you like it!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p style="font-size: xx-large;"></p></span><p></p></span><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-88745173877661214822021-04-24T09:37:00.002-04:002021-05-31T14:01:09.987-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o Fall 2019 4: Days 3 & 4 in Lyon<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My third day in Lyon began with a walk back to the old town, only a short distance from the square where I ate and watched puppet theatre the day before, I was whisked up&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Fourviére Hill in&nbsp;a funicular and as I stepped out of the station, voila! The facade of the Basilica of Notre Dame de Fourviére.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeJv5sw8pqE/YHrO1RYFnMI/AAAAAAACDhE/iZ6sJZkUkaQpfHm1FgucYPNdgJPBLVp-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1394/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B1%2B-%2Bbasilica%2Bexterior.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1394" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeJv5sw8pqE/YHrO1RYFnMI/AAAAAAACDhE/iZ6sJZkUkaQpfHm1FgucYPNdgJPBLVp-QCLcBGAsYHQ/w288-h400/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B1%2B-%2Bbasilica%2Bexterior.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Attractive and symmetrical if not overwhelming. Not so its interior!&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57BpKXAqij8/YHrPkUcy-wI/AAAAAAACDhM/VtnY9Y6OJ_4MpotYWvckBp2hTJTnICi-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1530/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B2%2B-%2Bthe%2Bstunning%2Binterior%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbasilica.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1530" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-57BpKXAqij8/YHrPkUcy-wI/AAAAAAACDhM/VtnY9Y6OJ_4MpotYWvckBp2hTJTnICi-gCLcBGAsYHQ/w460-h640/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B2%2B-%2Bthe%2Bstunning%2Binterior%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbasilica.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Basilica was built on the site of the ancient Roman Forum of Trajan, between 1872 and 1884. The stunning interior is a mixture of the Byzantine and the Romanesque. I was really impressed by the mosaic work.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1W27c0yH8I/YHrP_ceMaQI/AAAAAAACDhU/IhMtCgSmhecqbTVJOmBy_CgsxSB7rfqBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B3%2B-%2Bmosaic%2B1%2Bbattle%2Bof%2BLepanto.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1083" data-original-width="1700" height="408" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1W27c0yH8I/YHrP_ceMaQI/AAAAAAACDhU/IhMtCgSmhecqbTVJOmBy_CgsxSB7rfqBwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h408/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B3%2B-%2Bmosaic%2B1%2Bbattle%2Bof%2BLepanto.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On one side of the nave, the Battle of Lepanto, 1571, in which Christians defeated a much larger army of Turks and turned the tide of the Turkish invasion of Europe.&nbsp;</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">For theatre buffs, some scholars suggest that Shakespeare set Act II Scene i of <i>Othello</i> in this battle. With the help of Othello's ship (and a mighty storm) the battle is won...the Bard never feared tweaking history to forward his plots.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On the other side, Joan of Arc at Orleans, after defeating the British.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ-TP_7HWsA/YHrWImaUckI/AAAAAAACDhc/mGcwvxWhNxgcB1KVYmJf2UP3HmL9VP1NACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B4%2B-%2Bmosaic%2B2%2BSt%2BJoan%2Bin%2BOrleans.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="947" data-original-width="1700" height="356" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ-TP_7HWsA/YHrWImaUckI/AAAAAAACDhc/mGcwvxWhNxgcB1KVYmJf2UP3HmL9VP1NACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h356/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B4%2B-%2Bmosaic%2B2%2BSt%2BJoan%2Bin%2BOrleans.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The dome is impressive as well.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27TC_VQ2klc/YHrWmfdZXaI/AAAAAAACDhk/F4dWRjDsUqgfOURgAgbH25gDm6fPXj_-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B7%2B-%2Bwow.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1272" data-original-width="1300" height="626" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27TC_VQ2klc/YHrWmfdZXaI/AAAAAAACDhk/F4dWRjDsUqgfOURgAgbH25gDm6fPXj_-QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h626/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B7%2B-%2Bwow.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">From the sublime to the slightly ridiculous, some locals, I've read, have given the basilica an alternate title: "the upside-down elephant." Why? Seen at a certain angle they say, the building resembles an elephant's body, and its four towers look to be the elephant's legs. Okay...if they say so...</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I saw it from several angles and am not at all certain that I buy it.</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKjpJIcOZCU/YHraIS6u1pI/AAAAAAACDhs/Oq8Kkn_e5L8dRtzSFMUnOtNMwF52WoIFgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B41%2B-%2Ban%2Bupside%2Bdown%2Belephantjpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1389" data-original-width="1600" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKjpJIcOZCU/YHraIS6u1pI/AAAAAAACDhs/Oq8Kkn_e5L8dRtzSFMUnOtNMwF52WoIFgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h348/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B41%2B-%2Ban%2Bupside%2Bdown%2Belephantjpg.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After a good look around the inside, I had at a look at Lyon from the terrace of the basilica.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2YHEE5qN8A/YHrccu_EUEI/AAAAAAACDh8/h3fRAEiDH9kQbJFIyT0ROGQ2IUu2kLklACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B12b%2B-%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bbasilica%2Bwith%2Bthe%2Bcathedral.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="985" data-original-width="1700" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2YHEE5qN8A/YHrccu_EUEI/AAAAAAACDh8/h3fRAEiDH9kQbJFIyT0ROGQ2IUu2kLklACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h370/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B12b%2B-%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bbasilica%2Bwith%2Bthe%2Bcathedral.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The cathedral is just below, through the leaves, then the Saône, and if look to its right and follow the road on which the bridge is you might catch a wee bit of the bridge over the Rhône - squint and you might even see a bit of the river itself.&nbsp;</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-_tFdcgb8o/YHrdgXX7lpI/AAAAAAACDiE/K-PKWBqVQwIGwWYlxnJLGe7-Bq8xklkwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1360/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B13%2B-%2Bvista%2Band%2Bone%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbasilica.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="949" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-_tFdcgb8o/YHrdgXX7lpI/AAAAAAACDiE/K-PKWBqVQwIGwWYlxnJLGe7-Bq8xklkwgCLcBGAsYHQ/w446-h640/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B13%2B-%2Bvista%2Band%2Bone%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbasilica.jpg" width="446" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><p>A look out over the countryside, also from the terrace.</p><p>Next I walked a few steps and got a close-up of the Eiffel Tower junior,</p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDeW3DWGNkk/YHraemhZ9UI/AAAAAAACDh0/B7TVbXM8Bp8hYv0vVVLM6T49uqzV36g8wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1344/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B8%2BEiffel%2BJr%2Bsomewhat%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="1100" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDeW3DWGNkk/YHraemhZ9UI/AAAAAAACDh0/B7TVbXM8Bp8hYv0vVVLM6T49uqzV36g8wCLcBGAsYHQ/w328-h400/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B8%2BEiffel%2BJr%2Bsomewhat%2Bclose%2Bup.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I then strolled the very short distance along the hill to the substantial remains of two ancient Roman theatres. In the photo below I'm at the edge of the theatre district looking back at the basilica, and also at the museum of Lugdunum, the name the Romans gave Lyon. Alas I didn't have enough time to visit, but...another time perhaps? The first of the two, below, is the larger,&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_r7Br-zE0w/YHrfkIgurdI/AAAAAAACDiM/MVqjgjglfU0NniuIueoJ7hyhnID7zqU4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B15%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bglimpse%2Bof%2Bfirst%2Btheatre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1047" data-original-width="1700" height="394" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_r7Br-zE0w/YHrfkIgurdI/AAAAAAACDiM/MVqjgjglfU0NniuIueoJ7hyhnID7zqU4wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h394/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B15%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bglimpse%2Bof%2Bfirst%2Btheatre.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">the second is called the odeon, for musical entertainments, slightly more intimate, and with inlaid and well-preserved marble sections from all around the Mediterranean, said to be unique to Gaul.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIPesSShddg/YHrglI-3bMI/AAAAAAACDiU/SMXovCEOGTIrPUdKa9EGBxiGS38OPEUAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B19%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bcenter%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bstage%252C%2Bthe%2Bcavea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="972" data-original-width="1500" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIPesSShddg/YHrglI-3bMI/AAAAAAACDiU/SMXovCEOGTIrPUdKa9EGBxiGS38OPEUAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h414/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B19%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bcenter%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bstage%252C%2Bthe%2Bcavea.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The boards at each are for musicians and the like, as concerts are given throughout the summer.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I couldn't visit the Lugdunum museum because I had booked a midday tour of the old town, so I took the funicular back down the hill and arrived just other members of the tour group were gathering in the pleasant square adjacent to the funicular station.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Our tour guide Jean was charming and knowledgable about the old town.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXEslUvqaMQ/YHsdb7pOAeI/AAAAAAACDic/_ereJjBHePc7mNn8AjRnLBv_T2dzDOagQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1360/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B27%2BOur%2Bguide%2BJean%2Bexplains%2Btraboule.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXEslUvqaMQ/YHsdb7pOAeI/AAAAAAACDic/_ereJjBHePc7mNn8AjRnLBv_T2dzDOagQCLcBGAsYHQ/w250-h400/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B27%2BOur%2Bguide%2BJean%2Bexplains%2Btraboule.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Her focus was on hidden courtyards and "traboules," both of which are accessible to the public, as long as the public remains polite and fairly quiet. Traboules are the more interesting of the two. Jean is standing in front of one in the photo opposite. When one walks along old town streets, there are of course many doors. Some of those doors open not on a shop or eatery, but</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f94mmOjhFIo/YHsd08S8y3I/AAAAAAACDik/3aQII0iTVvEj_yaSLOlSa0x8YXlonf92ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1374/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B29%2B-%2Band%2Bout%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bnext%2Bparallel%2Bstreet.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f94mmOjhFIo/YHsd08S8y3I/AAAAAAACDik/3aQII0iTVvEj_yaSLOlSa0x8YXlonf92ACLcBGAsYHQ/w248-h400/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B29%2B-%2Band%2Bout%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bnext%2Bparallel%2Bstreet.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">are passages through to the street parallel to the the street on which one is walking. So! A great shortcut for those in the know.&nbsp;</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But not simply a shortcut! Inside the traboules are shops, bars and posh housing, going at the rate of, per Jean, 5000 Euros per square meter. Traboules are also interesting historically. Before World War II gangsters frequently hid in them to dodge the police, and during that war resistance fighters used them to surprise, fight and flee from occupying Nazi soldiers. The interior of this traboule allows a peek in at one of the expensive flats.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJJZW6r9hjE/YHsfQ2A3nAI/AAAAAAACDis/2WCvz-UtQ8MrOPcH81bEPs0cfciS2sx3ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1282/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B30%2B-%2Bsome%2Btraboules%2Bare%2Bmore%2Bposh%2Bthn%2Bothers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1282" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fJJZW6r9hjE/YHsfQ2A3nAI/AAAAAAACDis/2WCvz-UtQ8MrOPcH81bEPs0cfciS2sx3ACLcBGAsYHQ/w450-h640/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B30%2B-%2Bsome%2Btraboules%2Bare%2Bmore%2Bposh%2Bthn%2Bothers.jpg" width="450" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In another, foliage on the balconies is the rule.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfmTw4m4xA4/YHsgE9b7ghI/AAAAAAACDi0/x2SU2nS7b4w1yW2ikbhm5myEQaTAZAtKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B30a%2B-%2Bsome%2Bfloral.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="1300" height="620" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sfmTw4m4xA4/YHsgE9b7ghI/AAAAAAACDi0/x2SU2nS7b4w1yW2ikbhm5myEQaTAZAtKQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h620/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B30a%2B-%2Bsome%2Bfloral.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Some traboules are not at all secret. The cafe in the photo below advertises itself as part of a traboule. Walk in and "escape" as you like, with an aperitif, or down the traboule to the next parallel street!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6eC03hLpr8/YHsgj7pDiBI/AAAAAAACDi8/t2auzc8m55k-VV8IYFLoCuculuL1VrFswCLcBGAsYHQ/s2607/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B30b%2B-%2Ba%2Bbar%2Badvertises%2Bas%2Babutting%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Btraboule.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1397" data-original-width="2607" height="342" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H6eC03hLpr8/YHsgj7pDiBI/AAAAAAACDi8/t2auzc8m55k-VV8IYFLoCuculuL1VrFswCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h342/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B30b%2B-%2Ba%2Bbar%2Badvertises%2Bas%2Babutting%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Btraboule.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Several squares throughout the old town are worth a visit. Some are rather simple, some, like the one in the photo below quite elegant.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yR9FqdItJv8/YHsjqpIgo7I/AAAAAAACDjE/SFl3RfnxGDYsOVjznYcVXybKMxg8UrdygCLcBGAsYHQ/s1303/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B33%2B-%2Ba%2Bwonderful%2Bhidden%2Bcourtyard%2Bon%2Bourtour.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1303" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yR9FqdItJv8/YHsjqpIgo7I/AAAAAAACDjE/SFl3RfnxGDYsOVjznYcVXybKMxg8UrdygCLcBGAsYHQ/w590-h640/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B33%2B-%2Ba%2Bwonderful%2Bhidden%2Bcourtyard%2Bon%2Bourtour.jpg" width="590" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In some of the squares and elsewhere about the old town there are doorways, very like those of traboules, that open on private courtyards. The owners welcome the public to pop in for a quick view or two. The photo above shows one such, the view upon entering, the one below the view having turned around and beginning to leave it. The tower surprised me and many of the others.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX5yaQV-sCo/YHskGytedQI/AAAAAAACDjM/lIybKic385US8UJLM_4GO-N96nsFhmihQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1247/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B34%2B-%2Blooking%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bway%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcourtyard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1247" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX5yaQV-sCo/YHskGytedQI/AAAAAAACDjM/lIybKic385US8UJLM_4GO-N96nsFhmihQCLcBGAsYHQ/w410-h640/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B34%2B-%2Blooking%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bway%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcourtyard.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The tour having ended, I realized that I was famished. As it broke up in the middle of the old town I had plenty of choices for a meal. In fact every day I was in Lyon I ate my main meal of the day at an old town cafe.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3SinnU8Hs8/YHsnQsgw3AI/AAAAAAACDjc/N3lD7b2ok7MAlU3nROccL1t2VJU6iicHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1362/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B38%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x3SinnU8Hs8/YHsnQsgw3AI/AAAAAAACDjc/N3lD7b2ok7MAlU3nROccL1t2VJU6iicHACLcBGAsYHQ/w564-h640/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B38%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Today I chose an outdoor table at le Sol, a "cafe-comptoir" - a comptoir is literally a counter, or a bar. The photo above was taken from my table.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnhwMw_la4k/YHsm6N8jpXI/AAAAAAACDjU/PSqv8aF_W0wRlBB1iK4loBFKRKelMFVBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B37%2B-%2Bmy%2Bsalad%2BLyonaisse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1272" data-original-width="1500" height="542" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnhwMw_la4k/YHsm6N8jpXI/AAAAAAACDjU/PSqv8aF_W0wRlBB1iK4loBFKRKelMFVBwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h542/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B37%2B-%2Bmy%2Bsalad%2BLyonaisse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I chose a dish one really must taste, while in Lyon - a salade Lyonnaise. It was very good! The wine was not bad either.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HN3pCIPNHRg/YHsoC3lm7fI/AAAAAAACDjk/AyQ7dM3-exs5Rj_Pmow8C6aBWClVOGNqgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1288/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B36%2B-%2BJack%2Bis%2Ba%2Bblissful%2Bstate.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1288" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HN3pCIPNHRg/YHsoC3lm7fI/AAAAAAACDjk/AyQ7dM3-exs5Rj_Pmow8C6aBWClVOGNqgCLcBGAsYHQ/w373-h400/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B36%2B-%2BJack%2Bis%2Ba%2Bblissful%2Bstate.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In fact, as you can see from the smile on my face, I was one very happy homme! A very good way to end my day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The next day was my last full day in Lyon. I booked a tram tour that would focus on an area I had not yet visited, the Croix Rousse, but to get to the meeting point for the tour I had first to visit the 1st Arrondissement, the modern city center of Lyon. To do so I had to cross the Rhone, the first time I'd seen the river in my four-day visit.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SckppfXxOA/YILjUBHXsfI/AAAAAAACDkQ/E-tQVgM7tsYzppsEBCD-vL0BYkS3S0CnwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B17%2B-%2Bfinally%252C%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="1700" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SckppfXxOA/YILjUBHXsfI/AAAAAAACDkQ/E-tQVgM7tsYzppsEBCD-vL0BYkS3S0CnwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h434/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B17%2B-%2Bfinally%252C%2Bthe%2BRhone.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">Almost all of the center seemed a major construction site, and a major headache for getting around in it.</span></p></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCTDs1Jlw4s/YILhrLpHMsI/AAAAAAACDkI/7ysop5dGtPYSh0U5f6djYC2ET15lf8lxQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B20%2B-%2Boverpowering%2BHotel%2Bde%2BVille.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1139" data-original-width="1700" height="428" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MCTDs1Jlw4s/YILhrLpHMsI/AAAAAAACDkI/7ysop5dGtPYSh0U5f6djYC2ET15lf8lxQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h428/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B20%2B-%2Boverpowering%2BHotel%2Bde%2BVille.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;">The center of the center, you might say is the Hôtel de Ville (above), with its imposing facade. I cut this photo off at the bottom, because the long, rectangular square that fronts it was almost completely torn up.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In fact the only recognizable entity in the square other than the Hôtel&nbsp;de Ville was a fountain designed by Bartholdi about halfway down the square. If you read my post on the day trip to Colmar earlier in this visit, you'll remember that I toured the museum in that city named for the Bartholdi best-known for his design of the Statue of Liberty.</span></p><p style="font-size: xx-large;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PrV87u88z5E/YILks-WNm4I/AAAAAAACDkY/pxMUrM0PoPc0pzcPq3A5l7pg2lPdIigRACLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B37%2B-%2Bftn%2Bby%2BBartholdi%2Bcopy%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="1300" height="297" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PrV87u88z5E/YILks-WNm4I/AAAAAAACDkY/pxMUrM0PoPc0pzcPq3A5l7pg2lPdIigRACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h297/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B37%2B-%2Bftn%2Bby%2BBartholdi%2Bcopy%2B2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p style="font-size: xx-large;"></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Other than the Lady in the Harbor, NYC, this is the only full-sized statue of his I've seen. The female commanding four horses depicts France itself, and each of the horses represents the four great rivers of the country, as you see carefully guided by her.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I was more curious to see the relatively curious looking opera house, very close to the Hôtel de Ville - a mix of the old and the new.</span></p></span><span style="font-family: times;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP5JHZns_WI/YILqmV8g-RI/AAAAAAACDkg/eQKpd2giE5UPjifGR12jlVst1Rt0KR0ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1276/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B18%2B-%2Bthe%2Bopera%2Bhouse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1276" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BP5JHZns_WI/YILqmV8g-RI/AAAAAAACDkg/eQKpd2giE5UPjifGR12jlVst1Rt0KR0ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w552-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B18%2B-%2Bthe%2Bopera%2Bhouse.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The area below the arc of the roof dates back to the 1830s. The barn-like upper section, created by Jean Nouvel, was finished in 1993.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oClerFZ_24/YILq1J7Wz6I/AAAAAAACDkk/epSNIZA8eCQPVhFe96xNEWl6BZHOaJdPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B19%2B-%2Bthe%2BOpera%2BHouse%2B-%2Bold%2Band%2Bnew.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1600" height="510" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oClerFZ_24/YILq1J7Wz6I/AAAAAAACDkk/epSNIZA8eCQPVhFe96xNEWl6BZHOaJdPACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h510/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B19%2B-%2Bthe%2BOpera%2BHouse%2B-%2Bold%2Band%2Bnew.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I find it an odd juxtaposition, but it is a complicated complex, if you will. There are restaurants, several different performance spaces, and at the very top of the arc is a dance studio. Much of the "walls" of the building are made of glass said to represent transparency - no secrets here, we're open to all.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I arrived at this area very early for the tour, had coffee and croissant just off the square, then decided to take a funicular, a steep ride up and the end of on one line of the Metro. I decided to have a quick stroll around the Croix Rousse area before descending again to join the tour.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49E08Swbzwc/YIL3JRaaxdI/AAAAAAACDkw/Q3w2CvqB01IsOm5C7mFABQHNtS2fQMFagCLcBGAsYHQ/s1643/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B24%2B-%2Bnear%2BCroix%2Brousse%2Bsquare%2B-%2Ba%2Bgreat%2Bview.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="1643" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-49E08Swbzwc/YIL3JRaaxdI/AAAAAAACDkw/Q3w2CvqB01IsOm5C7mFABQHNtS2fQMFagCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h300/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B24%2B-%2Bnear%2BCroix%2Brousse%2Bsquare%2B-%2Ba%2Bgreat%2Bview.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">It's the top of the city, airy and refreshing. Just outside the exit from the funicular is a huge market, a large section of it a farm market, the rest of it a flea market.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hV0ccVr3sU/YIL4H4kUATI/AAAAAAACDk4/_eNXf-Bq9nQ7jMjmu10MM7YA6s2f7aR1QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B23%2B-%2Bolive%2Bheaven%2Bin%2Bcroix%2Brousse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="1600" height="542" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hV0ccVr3sU/YIL4H4kUATI/AAAAAAACDk4/_eNXf-Bq9nQ7jMjmu10MM7YA6s2f7aR1QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h542/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B23%2B-%2Bolive%2Bheaven%2Bin%2Bcroix%2Brousse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Get a load of those olives! I love olives and I wanted to literally get a load of them, but where would I put them, on this trip?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">So, back down the funicular and on to the tour, on a tram, which was bumpy and glassed in for the most part, thus horrible for photo ops. It took us back up the hill very slowly, up curving roads and jostling all those riding in it.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYwzCWfuW88/YIL7qBIIS9I/AAAAAAACDlA/DpgjREnpn1MJhZdZoc-MnzS5oY3lsQUPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B27%2B-%2Bancient%2Bamphitheatre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1700" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYwzCWfuW88/YIL7qBIIS9I/AAAAAAACDlA/DpgjREnpn1MJhZdZoc-MnzS5oY3lsQUPACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h338/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B27%2B-%2Bancient%2Bamphitheatre.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Still, I managed to get a few shots while we moved.&nbsp; for example, above and below, another ancient Roman ruin - a huge amphitheatre.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYGgEGD977A/YIL8aFQ1QvI/AAAAAAACDlI/qaji0AW8dOkCx4fl3YvXoiiKQMQVXyIRQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1271/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B28%2B-%2Bancient%2Bamphitheatre%2Bfrom%2Babove.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1271" data-original-width="1250" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYGgEGD977A/YIL8aFQ1QvI/AAAAAAACDlI/qaji0AW8dOkCx4fl3YvXoiiKQMQVXyIRQCLcBGAsYHQ/w630-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B28%2B-%2Bancient%2Bamphitheatre%2Bfrom%2Babove.jpg" width="630" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The tour focuses on the murals of Croix Rouge...while I saw one in the old town the other day,&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgDxQAKuNHc/YIL-gUMHF7I/AAAAAAACDlY/R3LvaQWIg5s-YcG-Z8t0pv3yjTbl2690wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1434/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B31%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bmany%2Bmurals%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1434" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgDxQAKuNHc/YIL-gUMHF7I/AAAAAAACDlY/R3LvaQWIg5s-YcG-Z8t0pv3yjTbl2690wCLcBGAsYHQ/w224-h400/day%2B3%2BLyon%2B31%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bmany%2Bmurals%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">and while the first one we saw on the tour was on a similar level</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFRLXek__Q/YIL-FlOzwpI/AAAAAAACDlQ/RRxxEpck_6wHhyD7kqV6Y8a9e0whI1WVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1373/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B30%2B-%2Bcool%2Bmural%252C%2Bbut%2Bthen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1373" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1pFRLXek__Q/YIL-FlOzwpI/AAAAAAACDlQ/RRxxEpck_6wHhyD7kqV6Y8a9e0whI1WVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w291-h400/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B30%2B-%2Bcool%2Bmural%252C%2Bbut%2Bthen.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Let's just say that there are murals and...MURALS. We were finally let out of the tram to look at this "neighborhood" - it will take the next three photos to show it to you, from left to right:&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgNjeVg863U/YIL_l1Gn9tI/AAAAAAACDlg/mOpg8nHvDKw2dgMuJlqKnqadNOFxDDYGQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1368/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B33%2B-%2Bleft%2Bof%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1050" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgNjeVg863U/YIL_l1Gn9tI/AAAAAAACDlg/mOpg8nHvDKw2dgMuJlqKnqadNOFxDDYGQCLcBGAsYHQ/w492-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B33%2B-%2Bleft%2Bof%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1fQGzGWfS8/YIL_tg211AI/AAAAAAACDlk/XVUTmb5His4t5vl0MEtxU9MAfN-srzhKACLcBGAsYHQ/s1368/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B32%2B-%2Bcenter%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1368" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1fQGzGWfS8/YIL_tg211AI/AAAAAAACDlk/XVUTmb5His4t5vl0MEtxU9MAfN-srzhKACLcBGAsYHQ/w514-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B32%2B-%2Bcenter%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3I2jGcKELrs/YIMA1TeQhzI/AAAAAAACDl4/u2nACaH5GF0_OC2K-87XYipUTfBo9__lACLcBGAsYHQ/s1565/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B31%2B-%2Bright%2Bof%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1565" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3I2jGcKELrs/YIMA1TeQhzI/AAAAAAACDl4/u2nACaH5GF0_OC2K-87XYipUTfBo9__lACLcBGAsYHQ/w408-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B31%2B-%2Bright%2Bof%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Meet the "Mur de Canuts" (Mural of the silk workers)- the largest mural in Europe. All that you see, except for bits of blue sky at the top and the back of a man's head at the bottom right of the center pic (messing the photo up, but giving you a sense of scale), is PAINT. Below is a small section of the whole, where you can probably see more clearly that that it's all trompe l'oeil, a brilliant visual trick.&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTHt_Jb13z0/YIMDXw6O4KI/AAAAAAACDmA/g2dcA-2yOHAFdtxJ0AJYFyleAAb5zXqTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B33a%2Bdetail%2Bof%2Bleft-center%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1172" data-original-width="1700" height="442" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NTHt_Jb13z0/YIMDXw6O4KI/AAAAAAACDmA/g2dcA-2yOHAFdtxJ0AJYFyleAAb5zXqTACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h442/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B33a%2Bdetail%2Bof%2Bleft-center%2Bmur%2Bdes%2Bcanuts.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I had to divide it into three photos because there was no way I could snap a pic of the whole.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">That was our only time allotted out of the tram, but we did pass another, not nearly on the scale of Mur de Canuts, but impressive nevertheless: La Fresque de Lyonnaise, famous people of Lyon from different eras, all looking out at you from their balconies</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The first below is a large portion of one wall, the second of the much thinner adjacent wall. The wall you can barely see to the right of the second pic, is simply a wall, no paint, I promise.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBHnkoFxx1w/YIMHKDGBJCI/AAAAAAACDmI/cd3aw5_R3FknQJyUC3kN0kZ1SWA292rzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1283/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B35%2B-%2BLa%2BFresque%2Bdes%2BLyonnais.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1283" data-original-width="1030" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBHnkoFxx1w/YIMHKDGBJCI/AAAAAAACDmI/cd3aw5_R3FknQJyUC3kN0kZ1SWA292rzgCLcBGAsYHQ/w514-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B35%2B-%2BLa%2BFresque%2Bdes%2BLyonnais.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQEhwX9Jc4Y/YIMJ1GZ4WVI/AAAAAAACDmg/_oGYWZe5JNAkJ68wpPD_cNWFPFZ5hgMpQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1491/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B34%2B-%2BLa%2BFresque%2Bdes%2BLyonnais.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1491" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQEhwX9Jc4Y/YIMJ1GZ4WVI/AAAAAAACDmg/_oGYWZe5JNAkJ68wpPD_cNWFPFZ5hgMpQCLcBGAsYHQ/w344-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B34%2B-%2BLa%2BFresque%2Bdes%2BLyonnais.jpg" width="344" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">We were nearly back downtown when we spotted still another, on a smaller scale,</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Vvl23NO00/YIMKSSabdAI/AAAAAAACDmo/kv7Tv3eUeqIAxJCAws8gnL8TpOm12rjrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1051/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B36%2B-%2Bon%2Btram%2Btour%2B-%2Ba%2Bmural%2Bon%2Ba%2Blibrary.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1051" data-original-width="706" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j7Vvl23NO00/YIMKSSabdAI/AAAAAAACDmo/kv7Tv3eUeqIAxJCAws8gnL8TpOm12rjrQCLcBGAsYHQ/w430-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B36%2B-%2Bon%2Btram%2Btour%2B-%2Ba%2Bmural%2Bon%2Ba%2Blibrary.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">but fitting for the building it was painted on - a library!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There are many more murals throughout Lyon, and you can get a map of them at the tourist center. While I might suggest that you skip the tour because of the unpleasant mode of transport, unless you are stout of heart, the area is very hilly, so you might want to bear the transportation so that you can see some amazing art.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">When the tour ended, I headed straight for the old town, for I was very hungry. I found the Cafe ABC, and had one of the best meals of my visit to Lyon, served by a very friendly and knowledgeable waiter. Below is the view from my table.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVa7blgMkkQ/YIMNfeItU2I/AAAAAAACDm4/zF5qFNY04nYjJ09PUiJOrPtANiTtIAFwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B43%2B-%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Btable.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="1700" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVa7blgMkkQ/YIMNfeItU2I/AAAAAAACDm4/zF5qFNY04nYjJ09PUiJOrPtANiTtIAFwwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h416/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B43%2B-%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Btable.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Then the food! The first course, a hearty salade des canuts (of the silk workers):</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POi1zvtLiow/YIMNH4l8_-I/AAAAAAACDmw/zVvQxL84mj0Dpdc2Uk_jd7l6jBMWYUJCgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1312/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B39%2B-%2Bmy%2Bsalad.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1312" data-original-width="1299" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-POi1zvtLiow/YIMNH4l8_-I/AAAAAAACDmw/zVvQxL84mj0Dpdc2Uk_jd7l6jBMWYUJCgCLcBGAsYHQ/w634-h640/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B39%2B-%2Bmy%2Bsalad.jpg" width="634" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">Followed by salmon to die for:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrkhHaAedKw/YIMNw1w4HRI/AAAAAAACDnA/dS8MjNXM8PAem3aNzFBi4c_FIKITN9eIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1650/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B40%2Bsalmon%2Bto%2Bdie%2Bfor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1253" data-original-width="1650" height="486" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrkhHaAedKw/YIMNw1w4HRI/AAAAAAACDnA/dS8MjNXM8PAem3aNzFBi4c_FIKITN9eIwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h486/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B40%2Bsalmon%2Bto%2Bdie%2Bfor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Finally a sinful dessert!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4D1G91ylOM/YIMN67cayGI/AAAAAAACDnE/vyiB0K17jNA0beoIDBbTjJFflsRF0yGbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1250/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B41%2B-%2Bmy%2Bdessert.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1250" height="361" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4D1G91ylOM/YIMN67cayGI/AAAAAAACDnE/vyiB0K17jNA0beoIDBbTjJFflsRF0yGbgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h361/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B41%2B-%2Bmy%2Bdessert.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">A photo of the cafe - I highly recommend it, so if you ever find yourself in Vieux Lyon, tell them Dottore Gianni sent you and bon appetit!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cUylBlzkt9I/YIMOYNCVNdI/AAAAAAACDnQ/0VrUAtq8134_LsfHUgpzvXjalk9VGFxHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1250/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B44%2B-%2Bcafe%2B123.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1175" data-original-width="1250" height="602" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cUylBlzkt9I/YIMOYNCVNdI/AAAAAAACDnQ/0VrUAtq8134_LsfHUgpzvXjalk9VGFxHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h602/day%2B4%2BLyon%2B44%2B-%2Bcafe%2B123.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I had a fine time in Lyon. Best way to end is a by reminding you via photo of the name of the excellent tourist bureau:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ_VYVyvKU0/YIMO0kZ1ppI/AAAAAAACDnY/Sv0zAKGHNNAFmM5BOdGzaRqH2NPTPpPegCLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B45%2B-%2Bonly%2BLyon%2Bin%2BConfluences%2Bpark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="955" data-original-width="1300" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ_VYVyvKU0/YIMO0kZ1ppI/AAAAAAACDnY/Sv0zAKGHNNAFmM5BOdGzaRqH2NPTPpPegCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h470/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B45%2B-%2Bonly%2BLyon%2Bin%2BConfluences%2Bpark.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Next stop (and next blog post), Marseille - au revoir, mes amis!</span></p></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-68592990406203770232021-04-11T08:38:00.003-04:002021-05-31T14:00:47.492-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o Fall 2019 3: Days 1 & 2 in Lyon<p>&nbsp;<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After a relatively short and easy rail trip from Strasbourg, I arrived in Lyon, the culinary capital of France. I am not a gourmand. I cannot afford to be. I was more interested in a museum at the confluence of the two rivers that run parallel to each other through Lyon, the Rhône and the Saône named La Musée des Confluences, appropriately enough; and on a hill high above the city La Basilique Notre Dame de Fourvriére as well as the remains of two ancient Roman theatres, located on the same hill only a short walk from the basilica.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgAC98Lm52k/YG88HKMBKhI/AAAAAAACDbk/nmFAuxm-Np0arjXJlqUWEOGLiX-ef48zwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B7%2B-%2BBasilica%2Bt%2BFourviere%2Bplus%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="1700" height="326" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgAC98Lm52k/YG88HKMBKhI/AAAAAAACDbk/nmFAuxm-Np0arjXJlqUWEOGLiX-ef48zwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h326/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B7%2B-%2BBasilica%2Bt%2BFourviere%2Bplus%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The basilica is easily spotted above the&nbsp;</span>Saône, along with a replica of the Eiffel Tower, much scaled down.</p></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My entree into Lyon coincided with the lunch hour, so as soon as I checked into my hotel I walked a few blocks from it to the banks of the&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Saône, where there were any number of eateries from which to choose. I picked the La Chapelle Cafe&nbsp;</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzimoTUhFZA/YG8-kYcK46I/AAAAAAACDbw/u-U2OZ5mQrgUPDj2JLjNeBGYkLFq6cxMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbar%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Btable.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="1700" height="330" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wzimoTUhFZA/YG8-kYcK46I/AAAAAAACDbw/u-U2OZ5mQrgUPDj2JLjNeBGYkLFq6cxMQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h330/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbar%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Btable.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times;"><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">rather nice, where I chose a selection of tapenades, washed down with a glass of tasty c</span>ôtes du Rhône.&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzYctNJVLmg/YG9A229mdHI/AAAAAAACDb4/jkzTwUP1ChMJmDJZE9qNhn_TBf6p-v82gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B5%2B-%2Bmy%2Btapenades%2Bandtasty%2Bcotes%2Bdu%2BRhone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1030" data-original-width="1700" height="243" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzYctNJVLmg/YG9A229mdHI/AAAAAAACDb4/jkzTwUP1ChMJmDJZE9qNhn_TBf6p-v82gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h243/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B5%2B-%2Bmy%2Btapenades%2Bandtasty%2Bcotes%2Bdu%2BRhone.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">When I finished I hurried across the street just in time to catch a river cruise along the Saône. I find that a bus or river cruise is a great way to get a sense of a city new to me, so I boarded and very much enjoyed the views, as well as the fresh breeze on the river.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m31lQqndTHk/YG9DNhMOVgI/AAAAAAACDcA/m9rocP9fR_4gLRxWQTaJi4IxR1YMlCHogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B9%2BBasilica%2Band%2Bpalaceof%2Bjustice%2B-%2B24%2Bcolumns.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1018" data-original-width="1700" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m31lQqndTHk/YG9DNhMOVgI/AAAAAAACDcA/m9rocP9fR_4gLRxWQTaJi4IxR1YMlCHogCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h384/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B9%2BBasilica%2Band%2Bpalaceof%2Bjustice%2B-%2B24%2Bcolumns.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">One of the first buildings to be seen is the Palace of Justice, aka the courthouse of 24 columns. Why 24? One for each hour of the day, a visual explanation that justice never sleeps - at least so was I told.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAgRluyNNL8/YG9EmexjFqI/AAAAAAACDcI/y86m1ueUyuEX-gap8qdEwQefA2nkzgjxgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B15%2Bwhere%2Bwe%2Bcaught%2Bthe%2Bboat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="985" data-original-width="1700" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAgRluyNNL8/YG9EmexjFqI/AAAAAAACDcI/y86m1ueUyuEX-gap8qdEwQefA2nkzgjxgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h370/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B15%2Bwhere%2Bwe%2Bcaught%2Bthe%2Bboat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">From the river, an elegant pedestrian bridge, under which a boat similar to ours waits for another tour group. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Onward then, downriver, via a rather surprising and very colorful buildings, some, like the one below, abandoned and considerably brightened...</span></p><p><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQdVjgeQ0mU/YG9F6RF1oHI/AAAAAAACDcQ/fU_tPpAhzAATX3OxO1dTdohNWSWRoP6jACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B18%2B-%2Bcolorful%2Bboat%2Band%2Bgraffiti%2B-%2Bboat%2Btrip.jpg" style="font-size: xx-large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1088" data-original-width="1700" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQdVjgeQ0mU/YG9F6RF1oHI/AAAAAAACDcQ/fU_tPpAhzAATX3OxO1dTdohNWSWRoP6jACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B18%2B-%2Bcolorful%2Bboat%2Band%2Bgraffiti%2B-%2Bboat%2Btrip.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">...to what I might call "beyond postmodern" -the emerald green structure is home to EuroNews.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ABo6NXp95U/YG9GTZ4pYnI/AAAAAAACDcY/wUMkgHWYnVoyB73unCTA9W6h7yRlP2POACLcBGAsYHQ/s1666/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B24%2B-%2Bas%2Byou%2Bapproach%2Bconfluence%252C%2Bstriking%2Barchitecture.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="1666" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ABo6NXp95U/YG9GTZ4pYnI/AAAAAAACDcY/wUMkgHWYnVoyB73unCTA9W6h7yRlP2POACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h268/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B24%2B-%2Bas%2Byou%2Bapproach%2Bconfluence%252C%2Bstriking%2Barchitecture.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I'm not certain what the "tres orange" building below holds, but the high rise at rear right, which at first glance seems still under construction, is complete, an apartment complex with a rooftop pool.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wk3vtVXrvqg/YG9HE2gMEaI/AAAAAAACDcg/TQrrHrAM1BMbEjaObmM7zt96X9DRhxIZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1583/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B27%2B-%2Borange%2Bbldg%2Band%2Bapts.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="1583" height="248" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wk3vtVXrvqg/YG9HE2gMEaI/AAAAAAACDcg/TQrrHrAM1BMbEjaObmM7zt96X9DRhxIZQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h248/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B27%2B-%2Borange%2Bbldg%2Band%2Bapts.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">As we approached the confluence of the two rivers, we also approached the museum I wrote of above, seen here lurking in the background</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vblTe5K4hbs/YG9H5mDcfnI/AAAAAAACDco/JQO32cXQTscnjbtupPBf24KzUArheU2TgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B35%2B-%2Bwhat%2Bis%2Bthat%2Bhulking%2Bbuilding%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bbackground.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="1700" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vblTe5K4hbs/YG9H5mDcfnI/AAAAAAACDco/JQO32cXQTscnjbtupPBf24KzUArheU2TgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h320/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B35%2B-%2Bwhat%2Bis%2Bthat%2Bhulking%2Bbuilding%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bbackground.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">at the confluence we swung around for the return journey, and were offered a quite different view of the Confluence Museum,</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAqXNjI86DE/YG9Ivpd_aCI/AAAAAAACDcw/wjpqtDl2W7Uy3Oi-twbvnbcid6jok8-_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B33%2B-%2BM%2Bde%2BConfluences.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="1700" height="334" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VAqXNjI86DE/YG9Ivpd_aCI/AAAAAAACDcw/wjpqtDl2W7Uy3Oi-twbvnbcid6jok8-_wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h334/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B33%2B-%2BM%2Bde%2BConfluences.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">which excited me, as I was to tour it on the next day of the trip</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Back on land, I headed back to the hotel, and was happily surprised by a large and VERY good street band</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugpbV8DlmDw/YG9Jm54G4SI/AAAAAAACDc4/wzMBfzbOaskt-StE1a1YEamN538rkPpVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1534/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B40%2B-%2Bgoing%2Bback%2Ba%2Bvery%2Blarge%2Bfairly%2Bgood%2Bstreet%2Bband.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="1534" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugpbV8DlmDw/YG9Jm54G4SI/AAAAAAACDc4/wzMBfzbOaskt-StE1a1YEamN538rkPpVQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B40%2B-%2Bgoing%2Bback%2Ba%2Bvery%2Blarge%2Bfairly%2Bgood%2Bstreet%2Bband.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Were they welcoming me to the city? Let's just say they were - and why not?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Closer to the hotel I came upon the Theatre des Celestins,</span></p><p style="font-size: xx-large;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs0m2H9dekc/YG9K4Z8k32I/AAAAAAACDdA/jcWNnE_ofuMFGnOWDWwJmr2IxlUqF6wWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B43%2B-%2BTheatre%2BCelestins.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1419" data-original-width="1700" height="534" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs0m2H9dekc/YG9K4Z8k32I/AAAAAAACDdA/jcWNnE_ofuMFGnOWDWwJmr2IxlUqF6wWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h534/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B43%2B-%2BTheatre%2BCelestins.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Whose season was just about to begin,&nbsp;</span><p style="font-size: xx-large;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: xx-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHOidEBJO0g/YG9LN--KofI/AAAAAAACDdI/g68pO6OjPO0E4BQfmrqfLXZIub4AyuBWACLcBGAsYHQ/s1425/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B44%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bup%2Bat%2BCelestins.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1425" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHOidEBJO0g/YG9LN--KofI/AAAAAAACDdI/g68pO6OjPO0E4BQfmrqfLXZIub4AyuBWACLcBGAsYHQ/w225-h400/day%2B1%2BLyon%2B44%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bup%2Bat%2BCelestins.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">alas not until after I was to leave Lyon.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It had been a very long day for me...or, as I age do I tire more easily and rapidly than before? Whatever the answer, I locked myself in my hotel room, wrote some notes about my day's activities, and slept soundly.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">My first destination on the second day of my Lyon stay was the&nbsp;Musée des Confluences. I arrived by a rather groovy tram...</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrnNu-tyQS8/YHGb2-XYyqI/AAAAAAACDdQ/5EPJ8UzWU8QBcMWyYbeq4XxAXp0ppsuwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B1%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bmy%2Btwo%2Brides%2B-%2Bmetro%2Bwas%2Bthe%2Bother%2B-%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bmuseum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="1700" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrnNu-tyQS8/YHGb2-XYyqI/AAAAAAACDdQ/5EPJ8UzWU8QBcMWyYbeq4XxAXp0ppsuwgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h418/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B1%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bmy%2Btwo%2Brides%2B-%2Bmetro%2Bwas%2Bthe%2Bother%2B-%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bmuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">...and when I left the vehicle I was met with yet another fascinating view of the exterior. Look back at the two photos earlier in the post of the exterior - from whichever angle I approached the building, while it seemed clearly the work of the same architect, it also felt like another building entirely.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFuJoJKjgRY/YHGclgNo6bI/AAAAAAACDdY/f8CG3iOI10kARM7cYXwc3D-caVuGZnYYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B5%2B-%2BMusee%2Bde%2BConfluences%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="1700" height="420" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JFuJoJKjgRY/YHGclgNo6bI/AAAAAAACDdY/f8CG3iOI10kARM7cYXwc3D-caVuGZnYYgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h420/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B5%2B-%2BMusee%2Bde%2BConfluences%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">And now let's take a look inside.&nbsp;</span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIP1R1ZHO8U/YHGeeJcb45I/AAAAAAACDdg/5yPnqar6wOQ4DMCPt7VleKbjYN7NHXyUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1299/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B6%2B-%2Bheading%2Bup%2Bthe%2BMusee%2Bde%2BConfluences.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIP1R1ZHO8U/YHGeeJcb45I/AAAAAAACDdg/5yPnqar6wOQ4DMCPt7VleKbjYN7NHXyUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w492-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B6%2B-%2Bheading%2Bup%2Bthe%2BMusee%2Bde%2BConfluences.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">Hello! Even more dramatic than the exterior.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The museum is billed as a Museum of Natural History, but it's not your grandfather's version. While I did find exhibits at the museum that feature skeletons and taxidermy mounts of animals, look at the title of of the first exhibit hall, and the first images within it:&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNDNO99EluY/YHGe3QjJUMI/AAAAAAACDdo/xpCTxZ5gkAQ_FVZAS8fD-i0CjOTn9IgIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1396/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B7%2B-%2Bhellova%2Bway%2Bto%2Bstart%2Bthe%2Bexhibit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNDNO99EluY/YHGe3QjJUMI/AAAAAAACDdo/xpCTxZ5gkAQ_FVZAS8fD-i0CjOTn9IgIQCLcBGAsYHQ/w258-h400/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B7%2B-%2Bhellova%2Bway%2Bto%2Bstart%2Bthe%2Bexhibit.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K9h8rT4RVo/YHGfW0t876I/AAAAAAACDdw/KT9q7Q4d7BYeQyepZl7qijAGkEHZEGFOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B8%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bimages%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bexhibit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1020" data-original-width="1700" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3K9h8rT4RVo/YHGfW0t876I/AAAAAAACDdw/KT9q7Q4d7BYeQyepZl7qijAGkEHZEGFOACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h384/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B8%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bimages%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bexhibit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">From there, I entered a room called this:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aNSDYk8lXE/YHGgOb9nTWI/AAAAAAACDd4/l9pxlC5pu4IEC0lZYqaeqBHBXZZwQg1ugCLcBGAsYHQ/s1166/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B9%2B-%2BI%2Bsat%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcomfy%2Bseat%2Band%2Bwatched%2Bthis.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1166" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aNSDYk8lXE/YHGgOb9nTWI/AAAAAAACDd4/l9pxlC5pu4IEC0lZYqaeqBHBXZZwQg1ugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B9%2B-%2BI%2Bsat%2Bin%2Ba%2Bcomfy%2Bseat%2Band%2Bwatched%2Bthis.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">consisting of several egg-shaped seats, each with its own sound system - no headsets required...&nbsp;</span></p><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CkrMiD5AhA8/YHGgzzUXMoI/AAAAAAACDeA/YFjbkLnlUew6HwzWY1FrBFA2-wJTjah6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1346/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B10%2BDr%2BJack%2Bcontemplates%2Bmortality.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1346" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CkrMiD5AhA8/YHGgzzUXMoI/AAAAAAACDeA/YFjbkLnlUew6HwzWY1FrBFA2-wJTjah6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B10%2BDr%2BJack%2Bcontemplates%2Bmortality.jpg" /></a></div><p style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><span style="font-size: large;">I watched a video that provoked me to contemplate my mortality.</span><br /><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">This exhibit led to others at the same time unusual and marvelous.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">One section, on all sorts of amazing models of bugs, fascinated me.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFxTsAAWCwk/YHIIy7wivfI/AAAAAAACDeI/sxX6DGyAn0QmQy0K8dX-ghe6Tst_6__vwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1674/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B13%2B-%2Bmonstrous%2Bbug%2Bmodels.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1674" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFxTsAAWCwk/YHIIy7wivfI/AAAAAAACDeI/sxX6DGyAn0QmQy0K8dX-ghe6Tst_6__vwCLcBGAsYHQ/w239-h400/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B13%2B-%2Bmonstrous%2Bbug%2Bmodels.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">It also showed me that the curators have a sense of humor - there are bugs and there are... strange bugs of the VW kind:</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzi8KK4qoe8/YHIJCd45LFI/AAAAAAACDeM/56yDHOL_ohUfJthet38VVUZEBBK3jkF4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1300/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B14%2B-%2Balong%2Bwith%2Ba%2Bmodel%2Bof%2Banother%2Bbug.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="1300" height="270" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzi8KK4qoe8/YHIJCd45LFI/AAAAAAACDeM/56yDHOL_ohUfJthet38VVUZEBBK3jkF4gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h270/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B14%2B-%2Balong%2Bwith%2Ba%2Bmodel%2Bof%2Banother%2Bbug.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">Several galleries offered limited run special exhibits. This was one of the most colorful</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYTuJCfXNIs/YHIJNfoL1GI/AAAAAAACDeU/YfzEqZtKOZM9e2WV4PBE43nrRAuOceVMACLcBGAsYHQ/s1621/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B17%2B-%2Bof%2Bspecial%2Bexhibits%2Bthis%2Bwas%2Bcolorful.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1621" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SYTuJCfXNIs/YHIJNfoL1GI/AAAAAAACDeU/YfzEqZtKOZM9e2WV4PBE43nrRAuOceVMACLcBGAsYHQ/w336-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B17%2B-%2Bof%2Bspecial%2Bexhibits%2Bthis%2Bwas%2Bcolorful.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">There were also, as noted more usual suspects for a natural history museum, but often inventively shown. Below, the four screens outside the center geometrical constantly changed - four mini-films, always interesting.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrk1ilWB-EY/YHIJmARNjMI/AAAAAAACDeg/1To0Fist_6Udz2AVuwaPt8EAAQM-sQ94QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B12%2B-%2Bconstantly%2Bchanging%2Banimal%2Bvisuals.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1157" data-original-width="1800" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrk1ilWB-EY/YHIJmARNjMI/AAAAAAACDeg/1To0Fist_6Udz2AVuwaPt8EAAQM-sQ94QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h412/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B12%2B-%2Bconstantly%2Bchanging%2Banimal%2Bvisuals.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">A sphinx is not unusual, but this was set beautifully and tastefully.</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTXMX6xqVGI/YHIJ3dQZpxI/AAAAAAACDeo/kwlQ_fXMsoAwl8W0RaghR5txjJ6k6fLlwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1662/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B16%2B-%2Busual%2Bsphinx%2Bwell%2Bmounted.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1662" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTXMX6xqVGI/YHIJ3dQZpxI/AAAAAAACDeo/kwlQ_fXMsoAwl8W0RaghR5txjJ6k6fLlwCLcBGAsYHQ/w578-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B16%2B-%2Busual%2Bsphinx%2Bwell%2Bmounted.jpg" width="578" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I also visited an exhibit on the world in headdresses. Two (below), the first of a Chinese mask, the second a Native American headdress were more distinctive some others.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AiBRR4lvFw/YHIKbvWDyqI/AAAAAAACDew/ggCFJn86DdYpL7hBt8evHKP3qhzGGzaNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1403/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B11%2B-%2BChinese%2Bmask%2BMu%2Bde%2BC.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1403" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1AiBRR4lvFw/YHIKbvWDyqI/AAAAAAACDew/ggCFJn86DdYpL7hBt8evHKP3qhzGGzaNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w410-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B11%2B-%2BChinese%2Bmask%2BMu%2Bde%2BC.jpg" width="410" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hctZEWymfK8/YHILokX06AI/AAAAAAACDe4/aEMj-0nOipM6YpfIcrugg5zpZf4H-CvSgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1584/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B18a%2B-%2Bnative%2BAmerican%2Bmask.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1584" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hctZEWymfK8/YHILokX06AI/AAAAAAACDe4/aEMj-0nOipM6YpfIcrugg5zpZf4H-CvSgCLcBGAsYHQ/w364-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B18a%2B-%2Bnative%2BAmerican%2Bmask.jpg" width="364" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">And then there's the top - from the...well, to call it a "roof" doesn't quite get it. There are openings on the topmost level with simple viewing platforms. The views are fine, first of an elegant bridge</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JYB9F51B_A/YHIMYQdvs6I/AAAAAAACDfA/4vAfhKB-zm8l0wBixMJTJ7P6TTUerANEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1880/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B22%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmuseum%2Ba%2Bview%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="1880" height="316" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JYB9F51B_A/YHIMYQdvs6I/AAAAAAACDfA/4vAfhKB-zm8l0wBixMJTJ7P6TTUerANEwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h316/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B22%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmuseum%2Ba%2Bview%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">next of the backsides of some of the beyond pomo buildings I'd seen on yesterday's cruise:</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGHiU4_g6vc/YHIMifIsCwI/AAAAAAACDfE/D89ZjO-ZQyUOC1f0mb04BDYcsU5IYyKHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B23%2B-%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bof%2Bbeyond%2Bpomo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="790" data-original-width="1800" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BGHiU4_g6vc/YHIMifIsCwI/AAAAAAACDfE/D89ZjO-ZQyUOC1f0mb04BDYcsU5IYyKHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h280/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B23%2B-%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bof%2Bbeyond%2Bpomo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">And a look upriver towards the old city</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGumOhKydp0/YHIMw5srrqI/AAAAAAACDfM/furBp519K0kl8NCezdno6GdBrcrRuprHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B24%2B-%2Ba%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bup%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="968" data-original-width="1800" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGumOhKydp0/YHIMw5srrqI/AAAAAAACDfM/furBp519K0kl8NCezdno6GdBrcrRuprHQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h344/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B24%2B-%2Ba%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Btop%2Bup%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzuOF_cr-hQ/YHIM9DEjmtI/AAAAAAACDfU/b4w-uYmZtKkBx1a7kG8LIeYVIl7WTe7mACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B25%2B-%2Batop%2Bthe%2Bmuseum%2Byou%2Bcan%2Bsee%2Bthe%2Bpoint%2Bat%2Bwhich%2Bthe%2Btwo%2Brivers%2Bcome%2Btogether%252C%2Bat%2Bthe%2Btip%2Bof%2Ba%2Bpark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1198" data-original-width="1700" height="452" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzuOF_cr-hQ/YHIM9DEjmtI/AAAAAAACDfU/b4w-uYmZtKkBx1a7kG8LIeYVIl7WTe7mACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h452/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B25%2B-%2Batop%2Bthe%2Bmuseum%2Byou%2Bcan%2Bsee%2Bthe%2Bpoint%2Bat%2Bwhich%2Bthe%2Btwo%2Brivers%2Bcome%2Btogether%252C%2Bat%2Bthe%2Btip%2Bof%2Ba%2Bpark.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Last, just above, a view, including a cool looking part of the building, of the triangular park at the very confluence of the two rivers. It was in the park that I ended my visit.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRO_G6MJ5Us/YHINkwAB5OI/AAAAAAACDfg/ApQ-wBLREgowRQYmvdxsKO4SE_HwtMHEgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B27%2B-%2Bonce%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmuseum%2Ba%2Bwalk%2Bin%2Ba%2Bpark%2Btakes%2Byou%2Bright%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bconfluence.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1700" height="352" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRO_G6MJ5Us/YHINkwAB5OI/AAAAAAACDfg/ApQ-wBLREgowRQYmvdxsKO4SE_HwtMHEgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h352/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B27%2B-%2Bonce%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmuseum%2Ba%2Bwalk%2Bin%2Ba%2Bpark%2Btakes%2Byou%2Bright%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bconfluence.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">If you ever find yourself in Lyon - and you should - don't miss this excellent museum.</span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">******</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">From the brave new world presented at the&nbsp;Musée des Confluences, I traveled back in time, to Vieux Lyon, its old town.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIuIqfAl07o/YHLhtQEMf9I/AAAAAAACDfo/_6jmJJN8AL8dq8bxslKtBIasYlXdru8wQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1265/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B58%2B-%2Bcross%2Ba%2Bbridge%2Band%2Byou%2527re%2Bin%2Ba%2Bdifferent%2Bworld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1265" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIuIqfAl07o/YHLhtQEMf9I/AAAAAAACDfo/_6jmJJN8AL8dq8bxslKtBIasYlXdru8wQCLcBGAsYHQ/w506-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B58%2B-%2Bcross%2Ba%2Bbridge%2Band%2Byou%2527re%2Bin%2Ba%2Bdifferent%2Bworld.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">As soon as I stepped onto the somewhat hilly, cobbled streets I really felt transported into the past.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyglXVlgGPs/YHLiSk7bECI/AAAAAAACDfw/Hgp98_AkFqE72-ptwus7kZLhtbDNDexWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B59%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bvicinity%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bguignol%2Btheatre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="1700" height="366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyglXVlgGPs/YHLiSk7bECI/AAAAAAACDfw/Hgp98_AkFqE72-ptwus7kZLhtbDNDexWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h366/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B59%2B-%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bvicinity%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bguignol%2Btheatre.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">I also found the very tiny, very basic, and very delicious Pasta e Basta.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ah9e3FqOVUw/YHLik6mcL8I/AAAAAAACDf4/gU_YRvcgPr8LESwnn9X6m7IxN4UtYVbJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1584/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B51%2BPasta%2Band%2BBasta%2Bext.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1584" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ah9e3FqOVUw/YHLik6mcL8I/AAAAAAACDf4/gU_YRvcgPr8LESwnn9X6m7IxN4UtYVbJQCLcBGAsYHQ/w282-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B51%2BPasta%2Band%2BBasta%2Bext.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">Pasta is all they do, but it is homemade and just about perfetto.&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMvFNBmKmZI/YHLix5fes2I/AAAAAAACDf8/PPG_pGLjz5sFFlaFOfo64vtotloPoXs8wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B50%2B-%2Btasty%2Bpesto%2Bst%2BPasta%2Band%2BBasta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="1700" height="502" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMvFNBmKmZI/YHLix5fes2I/AAAAAAACDf8/PPG_pGLjz5sFFlaFOfo64vtotloPoXs8wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h502/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B50%2B-%2Btasty%2Bpesto%2Bst%2BPasta%2Band%2BBasta.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The hostess was very friendly, the atmosphere homey</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUpZyhsb1ZA/YHLjN6rtl0I/AAAAAAACDgE/dt8EXD_ah3Iysv8qH8UO7ZEAegCiZzmwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B52%2B-%2Bhanging%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bbalcony%2Bof%2BPand%2BB%252C%2Bessential.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="1600" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUpZyhsb1ZA/YHLjN6rtl0I/AAAAAAACDgE/dt8EXD_ah3Iysv8qH8UO7ZEAegCiZzmwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B52%2B-%2Bhanging%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bbalcony%2Bof%2BPand%2BB%252C%2Bessential.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">- and did I mention that the food was molto delicioso? Oh yes, I did, and only too happy to repeat it.. Highly recommended.</span><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I am a bit of a theatre geek, at one time a professional actor, and later a professor of Theatre History. So the wee little Guignol (puppet) theatre, just down the street from Pasta e Basta, was my next stop.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Puppet theatre is very common throughout Europe. I've seen examples of it in Italy - next to the theatre in Siracusa, on the eastern coast of Sicily there is even a museum - also in Prague, where you can see Mozart's <i>Don Giovanni</i> performed, puppet-style. This was the first such theatre I'd seen in France, but of course the south of France is infused with an Italian flavor, dating all the way back to ancient Rome.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The City of Lyon thinks enough of "guignol" to honor it on the street [sign] where it lives.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1udp0tS2OZI/YHLnOABzkSI/AAAAAAACDgM/rCm3a67nHAM7juCxLIO7xx49UvLGVmtuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1400/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B53%2B-%2BGuignol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="727" data-original-width="1400" height="208" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1udp0tS2OZI/YHLnOABzkSI/AAAAAAACDgM/rCm3a67nHAM7juCxLIO7xx49UvLGVmtuQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h208/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B53%2B-%2BGuignol.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fabo0CWIRLA/YHLnj453XQI/AAAAAAACDgU/dWG1Pd6YvAYh_zf7d31U2PPh2L6DdGcGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1444/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B54%2B-%2Bentrance%2Bto%2BGuignol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1444" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fabo0CWIRLA/YHLnj453XQI/AAAAAAACDgU/dWG1Pd6YvAYh_zf7d31U2PPh2L6DdGcGwCLcBGAsYHQ/w444-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B54%2B-%2Bentrance%2Bto%2BGuignol.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">The entrance (above) is unassuming, in fact I passed by it once before I found it.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Swf2y8XPUU/YHLoSL-UU3I/AAAAAAACDgc/5phESbrEIhAEEx5TRsMqVObrR88w65AjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B55%2B-%2Bguignol%2Bisn%2527t%2Bexactly%2Bpacking%2Bthem%2Bin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1222" data-original-width="1700" height="461" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Swf2y8XPUU/YHLoSL-UU3I/AAAAAAACDgc/5phESbrEIhAEEx5TRsMqVObrR88w65AjwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h461/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B55%2B-%2Bguignol%2Bisn%2527t%2Bexactly%2Bpacking%2Bthem%2Bin.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">The theatre inside (above) is intimate, and the audience was wee, in the sense that there were only about 15 people in toto, also in that most of them were little kids. Two or three families sat down front, while three of us, a young Asian couple and myself, kept well back, in the last two rows.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The performance? Short, sweet and slapstick-funny - I had a fine time!&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">By the time I left the puppet theatre it was already late afternoon. I headed a few blocks away, to one of the main squares in Vieux Lyon, Place Saint-Jean, where the Cathédrale Saint-Jean Baptiste dominates.</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">&nbsp;</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAUWBSdeREM/YHLqPeJjELI/AAAAAAACDgk/BJU7Z19BftgTIvu5qgN9mVDgV1b-FcmBACLcBGAsYHQ/s2906/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B60%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Band%2Bmarkets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2906" data-original-width="2329" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAUWBSdeREM/YHLqPeJjELI/AAAAAAACDgk/BJU7Z19BftgTIvu5qgN9mVDgV1b-FcmBACLcBGAsYHQ/w512-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B60%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Band%2Bmarkets.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">As it was a Sunday afternoon the market was installed, and the square was well-populated.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0o0UXXFLOY/YHLsYumrOwI/AAAAAAACDgw/aJMRgsqxDf01D0R749SgWYLVsx6dun3jwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1393/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B61%2B-%2Bcathedral%2Bsquare%2Blooking%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmarkets%2Band%2Babove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1393" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0o0UXXFLOY/YHLsYumrOwI/AAAAAAACDgw/aJMRgsqxDf01D0R749SgWYLVsx6dun3jwCLcBGAsYHQ/w506-h640/day%2B2%2BLyon%2B61%2B-%2Bcathedral%2Bsquare%2Blooking%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmarkets%2Band%2Babove.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">After a quick visit to the modest interior of the cathedral I wandered the markets for a while, then headed back across the River Saone and to my hotel. A good day, in fact a good first two days. More on my visit to Lyon, including my trip to the top of the hill in the photo above, in my next post.</span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></p><p><br /></p></span><br /><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-24480138850888708902021-04-03T10:23:00.011-04:002021-05-31T14:00:19.931-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o Fall 2019 2: A Day Trip from Strasbourg to Colmar<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This trip abroad, in the autumn of 2019, was my last trip to across the pond. I have averaged two trips a year to different parts of Europe since my retirement in 2012. As I write in spring 2021 (exactly two years after my penultimate pre-pandemic journey to northern Spain) I see very little possibility of a return until spring 2022. This saddens me, "more than I'll show, more than you'll ever know."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Having said that, it was a glorious adventure, beginning briefly in Strasbourg (see my most recent post), primarily make a day trip to Colmar, which I missed on my first Strasbourg visit in 2014. I journeyed next to Lyon (very nice), then Marseille (wonderful!) and spent the rest of the time in Provence, staying in Arles and Avignon and day-tripping extensively from those two places. The weather was accommodating and the entire experience filled me with the joy of travel abroad.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I travel solo (am a solivigant, to use a highbrow term for travel on ones own) because I'm a selfish, often grumpy old man who treasures every moment of a travel adventure.&nbsp;</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">While I spent only three or four hours in Colmar, I was delighted with the picture-postcard-perfect town from the moment I stepped off the train. It has been called a tiny Strasbourg, and I'd agree with that, but Strasbourg sprawls beyond its picturesque old town, including the ultramodern European Union section at the edge of the city.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In compact Colmar I'd venture to say that every neighborhood I visited boasts at least a little old town beauty. In fact it's been said that Colmar was the model for Disney's <i>Beauty and the Beast</i>! And who am I to disagree?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My only disappointing structure was very near the rail station, and even it was redeemed, for me at least, by the graffiti on it:</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR6R0r_Zcys/YGhjanVqcsI/AAAAAAACDYA/74MWbif3VIANP2G49zoyrZZAf0wzsMvRgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1400/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B2%2B-%2BJack%2Bis%2Bback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="484" data-original-width="1400" height="139" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HR6R0r_Zcys/YGhjanVqcsI/AAAAAAACDYA/74MWbif3VIANP2G49zoyrZZAf0wzsMvRgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h139/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B2%2B-%2BJack%2Bis%2Bback.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><p>Just beyond that non-landmark is the edge of the old town - easy to spot, easy on the eyes:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytIZDqr_muw/YGhkX9ZzFcI/AAAAAAACDYI/e5kHTcKomRUzSVGe5mtu7-oM6LTUo-9CACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B3%2B-%2Bhalf-timbered%2Bhouses%2Bat%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="1700" height="432" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytIZDqr_muw/YGhkX9ZzFcI/AAAAAAACDYI/e5kHTcKomRUzSVGe5mtu7-oM6LTUo-9CACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h432/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B3%2B-%2Bhalf-timbered%2Bhouses%2Bat%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Just about every-place Disney looks to me slightly phony, a tad too sweet. The rusticity of Colmar is never that, it's the real article, not the Epcot version.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ug3d66RzFQ/YGhlmSQL_TI/AAAAAAACDYQ/0Xt0m3_o43kFcj3RIoWRL7qkkEvvh9RugCLcBGAsYHQ/s1111/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B11%2B-%2Bwonderful%2Blooking%2Bhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1111" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ug3d66RzFQ/YGhlmSQL_TI/AAAAAAACDYQ/0Xt0m3_o43kFcj3RIoWRL7qkkEvvh9RugCLcBGAsYHQ/w576-h640/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B11%2B-%2Bwonderful%2Blooking%2Bhouse.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><p>Okay, sometimes it comes close, but even the brightest, prettiest buildings are weighted in reality, feel their age, in the best way possible. One of the oldest buildings is the Pfister House, dating from 1435.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw1Mtc9j-ic/YGhmwJC54fI/AAAAAAACDYg/aKLnfQGXmVojqFSPtp5SzEkw0cSRaFRsACLcBGAsYHQ/s1447/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B48%2B-%2Bthe%2BPfister%2BHouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1447" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yw1Mtc9j-ic/YGhmwJC54fI/AAAAAAACDYg/aKLnfQGXmVojqFSPtp5SzEkw0cSRaFRsACLcBGAsYHQ/w420-h640/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B48%2B-%2Bthe%2BPfister%2BHouse.jpg" width="420" /></a></div><br /><p>Ages well, yes?</p><p>In a place that is centered on tourism, there are of course tons of tourist shops,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HiBM_FMD_c/YGhmXJ8yVFI/AAAAAAACDYY/ieLmP-Ee5XQ-MW5Sn2GUh-1qW3kAQ7SuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B8%2B-%2Bshops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1037" data-original-width="1700" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2HiBM_FMD_c/YGhmXJ8yVFI/AAAAAAACDYY/ieLmP-Ee5XQ-MW5Sn2GUh-1qW3kAQ7SuQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h390/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B8%2B-%2Bshops.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>but I'll take those any day - and good chocolate is good chocolate, now matter how dressed up.</p><p>Before I take you to the very center of tourism, let me show you a place of interest that's less than 500 years old. The Bartholdi Museum celebrates the man who designed our Statue of Liberty:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjRVOLKXrFI/YGhpvGozBYI/AAAAAAACDY4/ukCuji7ANd8An9ddUDEOA8SD1SO9PxiPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1800/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B12%2B-%2BBartholdi%2BMuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1642" data-original-width="1800" height="584" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tjRVOLKXrFI/YGhpvGozBYI/AAAAAAACDY4/ukCuji7ANd8An9ddUDEOA8SD1SO9PxiPQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h584/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B12%2B-%2BBartholdi%2BMuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxtaRIs02bY/YGhpdZV6wSI/AAAAAAACDYw/3Z_qIcTeE3k9ydFWK-QrsVAYGz77cwUnACLcBGAsYHQ/s1566/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B14%2B-%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bliberty%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bworld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1566" data-original-width="950" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxtaRIs02bY/YGhpdZV6wSI/AAAAAAACDYw/3Z_qIcTeE3k9ydFWK-QrsVAYGz77cwUnACLcBGAsYHQ/w242-h400/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B14%2B-%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bliberty%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bworld.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>It's the focus of the museum, and you will get your fill of it, in posters such as this one:</p><p><br /></p><p>In many models:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMepouuNEe4/YGhqIEbdV0I/AAAAAAACDZA/KhPt3FJ_niAddT42H60aBeCR3gj4Vt1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B15%2Bat%2BAuguste%2BBartholdi%2Bmuseum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="1700" height="282" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMepouuNEe4/YGhqIEbdV0I/AAAAAAACDZA/KhPt3FJ_niAddT42H60aBeCR3gj4Vt1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h282/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B15%2Bat%2BAuguste%2BBartholdi%2Bmuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>even one of Lady Liberty's left ear!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LUHEjvkB5g/YGhqSmZEDlI/AAAAAAACDZE/uN5byoLLin0jT3upBiCP07vPgm5NdbV5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1332/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B16%2B-%2Bfull-size%2Bmodel%2Bof%2Bone%2Bof%2Blady%2Bliberty%2527s%2Bears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1332" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LUHEjvkB5g/YGhqSmZEDlI/AAAAAAACDZE/uN5byoLLin0jT3upBiCP07vPgm5NdbV5gCLcBGAsYHQ/w456-h640/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B16%2B-%2Bfull-size%2Bmodel%2Bof%2Bone%2Bof%2Blady%2Bliberty%2527s%2Bears.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br /><p>There is little question that Bartholdi is most famous from Miss Liberty, especially on the western side of the great pond, but he created other work as well, including the Lion of Belforte,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPJVHr4JFJo/YGhrkU72UKI/AAAAAAACDZQ/4daW2rgPfD4JxvSgTzEm_6lPepdIvo1GgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2141/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1673" data-original-width="2141" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPJVHr4JFJo/YGhrkU72UKI/AAAAAAACDZQ/4daW2rgPfD4JxvSgTzEm_6lPepdIvo1GgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h500/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B23.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p>Rouget de Lisle, who wrote the Marseillaise</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxi6qzissV0/YGhrtB2EZYI/AAAAAAACDZU/QCVHeWmjWVk3bHg_q1ktOIP5dGaHbmXtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1432/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B27%2B-%2Bmodel%2Bfor%2BRouget%2Bde%2BL%2527Isle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1432" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxi6qzissV0/YGhrtB2EZYI/AAAAAAACDZU/QCVHeWmjWVk3bHg_q1ktOIP5dGaHbmXtQCLcBGAsYHQ/w402-h640/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B27%2B-%2Bmodel%2Bfor%2BRouget%2Bde%2BL%2527Isle.jpg" width="402" /></a></div><p>And to symbolize the alliance of the US and France, Washington and Lafayette:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjnRS1cACo0/YGhsZ-42zeI/AAAAAAACDZk/rCnr7l6ehOIgyyx7OTRt2g_C7YQ8_9yjACLcBGAsYHQ/s1481/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B21%2B-%2Banother%2Bmodel%2Bfor%2BL%2Band%2BW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1481" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjnRS1cACo0/YGhsZ-42zeI/AAAAAAACDZk/rCnr7l6ehOIgyyx7OTRt2g_C7YQ8_9yjACLcBGAsYHQ/w388-h640/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B21%2B-%2Banother%2Bmodel%2Bfor%2BL%2Band%2BW.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><br /><p>It's a diversion, but a worthwhile half hour or so, especially I suppose, for an American particularly during Trump's reign of terror, when frequently Lady Liberty was pictured as imperiled by MAGA-in-chief in political cartoons. I was never so relieved to be out of the US!</p><p>On then toward the center, past a lovely square, viewed through an arch, brightly,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Au6iKjU4g/YGhyhag15MI/AAAAAAACDZs/-eLNaawKR1Q4CbffdsWPN4RVwwXfjLgWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B55%2B-%2Bthru%2Ban%2Barch%2Bbrightly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="1700" height="456" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Au6iKjU4g/YGhyhag15MI/AAAAAAACDZs/-eLNaawKR1Q4CbffdsWPN4RVwwXfjLgWQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h456/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B55%2B-%2Bthru%2Ban%2Barch%2Bbrightly.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>via old houses in which half-timbering abounds</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OpnUIlrMWlA/YGhzCZDF0KI/AAAAAAACDZ0/PyGGb4dlBEgzGH70rBNHWFhivlg4eAg_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B60%2B-%2Bcolorful%2Bbuildings%2Baround%2BLittle%2BVenice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="1600" height="528" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OpnUIlrMWlA/YGhzCZDF0KI/AAAAAAACDZ0/PyGGb4dlBEgzGH70rBNHWFhivlg4eAg_wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h528/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B60%2B-%2Bcolorful%2Bbuildings%2Baround%2BLittle%2BVenice.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>through another lovely square,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVeiYPQXlAU/YGhzRXTRapI/AAAAAAACDZ4/Jr_aH7yn3IsXlkdyv8etAZEGx-dkyFZFwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1598/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B58%2B%2B-%2Ba%2Bgreat%2Bsquare%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1147" data-original-width="1598" height="460" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVeiYPQXlAU/YGhzRXTRapI/AAAAAAACDZ4/Jr_aH7yn3IsXlkdyv8etAZEGx-dkyFZFwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h460/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B58%2B%2B-%2Ba%2Bgreat%2Bsquare%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>to Petite Venise, "Little Venice" - tourist central, and for good reason!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjbyuyiaab0/YGh1uZV6UMI/AAAAAAACDac/xmWPWdOTZLgqoHiBZGdXFOnR3NtAfb6fwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1634/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B65%2B-%2BPetite%2BVenise%2Bbegins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1158" data-original-width="1634" height="454" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjbyuyiaab0/YGh1uZV6UMI/AAAAAAACDac/xmWPWdOTZLgqoHiBZGdXFOnR3NtAfb6fwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h454/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B65%2B-%2BPetite%2BVenise%2Bbegins.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Gondolas, swans, eateries...and in the distance you can see "Fanny's Bridge, named not for the young woman of Marseilles, a central figure in Marcel Pagnol's tales, but the the near constant "fannies" packed on the bridge, looking over the waterway.</p><p>Below are a few views from Fanny's Bridge:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZSHn_QbqZk/YGh3vR8l9JI/AAAAAAACDak/2yL4bRwISLQzuZIVRacZosG-eXX2GQZRACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B68%2B-%2Bfrom%2BFanny%2527s%2BBridge%2Bin%2BLV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="1700" height="550" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZSHn_QbqZk/YGh3vR8l9JI/AAAAAAACDak/2yL4bRwISLQzuZIVRacZosG-eXX2GQZRACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h550/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B68%2B-%2Bfrom%2BFanny%2527s%2BBridge%2Bin%2BLV.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRqaUUf21wQ/YGh35hdbFuI/AAAAAAACDao/xcpVwwxDUasGshHv3bvONQi1Ngu0KlqqgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1499/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B69%2B-%2Banother%2Bfrom%2BFanny%2527s%2BBridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1499" data-original-width="1400" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRqaUUf21wQ/YGh35hdbFuI/AAAAAAACDao/xcpVwwxDUasGshHv3bvONQi1Ngu0KlqqgCLcBGAsYHQ/w598-h640/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B69%2B-%2Banother%2Bfrom%2BFanny%2527s%2BBridge.jpg" width="598" /></a></div><br /><p>And from the other side of the bridge, another pretty view, also the point at which tourists board the gondolas:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTff96Li9Y0/YGh4fMTqhwI/AAAAAAACDa0/m8IDrJfUGuM5Oqe_pnZJZ4GHdKcwKeD9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B70%2B-%2Bwhere%2Byou%2Bget%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bboats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1125" data-original-width="1700" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTff96Li9Y0/YGh4fMTqhwI/AAAAAAACDa0/m8IDrJfUGuM5Oqe_pnZJZ4GHdKcwKeD9ACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h424/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B70%2B-%2Bwhere%2Byou%2Bget%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bboats.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;"><p>Petit Venise, a real beauty of a spot. From there I wandered back toward the rail station, making one important stop on the way. In the Unter den Linden Museum the center of attention is Matthias Grunewald's Isenheim Altarpiece, painted between 1512 and 1516. His largest work, it is also thought by art historians to be his masterpiece.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlJxLCjIn0o/YGh460t8HeI/AAAAAAACDa8/y-JLl6vlcfQS21EvhYBs3T_DRKBvznWTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1534/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B72%2B-%2BUnterlinden%2BMuseum%2Bmasterpiece%2B-%2BGrunewald%2527%2527s%2BIsenheim%2BAlterpiece%2Bearly%2B1500s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1219" data-original-width="1534" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlJxLCjIn0o/YGh460t8HeI/AAAAAAACDa8/y-JLl6vlcfQS21EvhYBs3T_DRKBvznWTACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B72%2B-%2BUnterlinden%2BMuseum%2Bmasterpiece%2B-%2BGrunewald%2527%2527s%2BIsenheim%2BAlterpiece%2Bearly%2B1500s.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>Even if you don't fancy medieval art, it is stunning. And intricate - below, a model of the altarpiece shows that the above arrangement is not the only view:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a44D3d4f_Jk/YGh5l5vkMPI/AAAAAAACDbE/nentinuH1DAyIZDCKNu0jdaCUsweek50ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B71%2B-%2Binteractive%2Bmodels%2Bshow%2Byou%2Bthe%2Bopenings%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpanels.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1329" data-original-width="1600" height="333" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a44D3d4f_Jk/YGh5l5vkMPI/AAAAAAACDbE/nentinuH1DAyIZDCKNu0jdaCUsweek50ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h333/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B71%2B-%2Binteractive%2Bmodels%2Bshow%2Byou%2Bthe%2Bopenings%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpanels.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">After that experience I was almost finished with my day in Colmar...but a man has to eat, and did I ever, Alsatian-style, with a choucroute!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trHGODfKJXA/YGh6QTHgvsI/AAAAAAACDbM/yNF65tjBLkwYr5awbzuA8CK7uPcnngu1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B75%2B-%2Bcouldn%2527t%2Bleave%2BAlsace%2Bwithout%2Ba%2Bchoucroute.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1563" data-original-width="1600" height="391" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-trHGODfKJXA/YGh6QTHgvsI/AAAAAAACDbM/yNF65tjBLkwYr5awbzuA8CK7uPcnngu1wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h391/Colmar%2Bday%2Bonly%2B75%2B-%2Bcouldn%2527t%2Bleave%2BAlsace%2Bwithout%2Ba%2Bchoucroute.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>More very soon, hope you liked it - next posts from lovely Lyon!</p><p></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></span><p></p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-60444381930208127352021-03-21T11:45:00.005-04:002021-05-31T13:59:47.100-04:00Bloggo Sud de la France-o Fall 2019 1: A Long and Bumpy Arrival.<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Good morning from Strasbourg, in the lovely Alsace-Lorraine area of France, 13 September 2019.</span><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXXQ57rjyRk/YFdf889WZ0I/AAAAAAACDXI/VYDz9PsQyoMcQcF1u832qI4Wf6AvYGQpACLcBGAsYHQ/s1258/16q%2BStrasbourg%2Bday%2B2%2B12%2B-%2Bgreat%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Btop%2Bof%2Bcovered%2Bbridge%2BOct%2B14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="1258" height="278" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXXQ57rjyRk/YFdf889WZ0I/AAAAAAACDXI/VYDz9PsQyoMcQcF1u832qI4Wf6AvYGQpACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h278/16q%2BStrasbourg%2Bday%2B2%2B12%2B-%2Bgreat%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Btop%2Bof%2Bcovered%2Bbridge%2BOct%2B14.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As I write from my hotel room, the church bells of Strasbourg are ringing in 8 am...aahhh...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><b>Aside:</b>&nbsp;[The above photo I took on an earlier trip, the cathedral in the distance, the Barrage Vauban, defensive barriers and dam built in the late 17th century.]</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It took a while to get here - quite a while. Probably not the most nightmarish travel-across-the-pond experience, but a very unpleasant one for me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It began well enough. I arrived at the Greenville-Spartanburg Airport (GSP) too early, as usual, but better that than too late, right? According to the departures board, my flight to the Charlotte NC airport (CLT) was "on time" but smartphone alerts and flight status updates courtesy American Airlines informed me that the flight incoming to GSP was late. Not terribly late, but enough to get me worried about connections.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The reason? The air conditioning in the small jet that was on its way to take us to Charlotte was on the fritz. Uh-oh. So while that flight managed to get to GSP only a bit after our announced on-time take-off, we had to wait until the ground crews "cooled" the cabin. About 40 minutes. We were asked to pee before the flight, as the tiny, hot and probably stinky loo on the plane would be locked. Once aboard it was announced that we must keep the shades down on every window.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We then waited on the tarmac even though there were no other flights scheduled only to hear a hilarious&nbsp;announcement from the cockpit: "We ARE number one for take-off, but are awaiting permission from the tower." &nbsp;20 minutes more in the stifling tiny jet getting hotter by the second, and we were finally airborne.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Already a hot and sweaty mess I raced down CLT from the awful terminal F to terminal B (really one long&nbsp;terminal) just in time for boarding to begin on my flight to Frankfurt. Another announcement: due to some or other technical problem we were to return to the gate around 6 pm (more an hour) for a possible 7 pm take-off.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This delay, I realized, would make the&nbsp;train I was planning to take from Frankfurt to Strasbourg, almost impossible to catch.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Another announcement (my smartphone alerts signaled it too): passengers were now to proceed posthaste to terminal D&nbsp;where we were to depart at our original take-off time, aboard a fully booked Airbus 330. I love those jets, but I calculated, "A half hour for hundreds of passengers to dash two 'terminals' away, then board, taxi and take off?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I was right to be concerned, because when we reached the new gate we were told (and could plainly see) that people were still getting off the jet that we were to board. So, an announcement: it would be 15-20 minutes before we could board. Those minutes turned into an hour, but boarding went smoothly...and then we waited again, because catering had not been loaded onto the jet, and baggage too needed to be transferred. Another hour passed aboard the jet. Finally after several explanations for delays, but no apologies, we took off, at just after 7 pm. God.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Good news! The transatlantic flight was smooth and easy. And while a nightmare, the delays were only slightly worse than many others I'd experienced getting around the US by plane. We were however quite late arriving in Frankfurt</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Thanks to a fast slide&nbsp;through&nbsp;passport&nbsp;control, a quick "skyline" service from terminal two to terminal one and good signage I managed to find the airport train station. A very attentive, attractive young woman at the Deutsche Bahn desk put me on a train to the Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof almost instantly and I arrived in time, but only just, to catch my train. I was whisked into a first class car on a nice ICE and in about 2 hours would arrive at Offenburg, just across the border from Strasbourg. There a crummy little local would take me to my destination and to my hotel just across the street from the rail station - for a desperately needed sleep.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">BUT ("but" again)! Due to my own fault - I can never sleep on transatlantic flights (I stare at movies I don't really want to watch while others snore) and was stupefyingly exhausted. I got to gleis (track) 3 and saw the destination listed - Strasbourg. I hopped on the train with 15 minutes to spare. Except that it departed 3 minutes after I sat! To my shock I was riding a train on its way BACK to Karlsruhe (one of the stops on my way down from Frankfurt) and who knows where beyond! I spoke to a conductor, got off in Karlsruhe, explained my sad tale to another&nbsp;attentive, attractive young woman at Deutsche Bahn. Her understanding and diligence got me aboard the next train back to Offenburg, where with 8 minutes to spare I could catch the next crummy local to Strasbourg.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Except that (or "however"or "but" - running out of words of that kind) our train from Karlsruhe arrived at Offenburg 5 minutes late. This forced me and several others to sprint from track 1 to&nbsp;track 4, where we all stuffed ourselves into the rear of the closest car to us.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Inglorious journey from hell. I staggered into my&nbsp;hotel 29 sleepless hours after I had begun my journey in Greenville SC, looking so bedraggled and exhausted that the kind desk clerk at the hotel did not even ask me for my passport, instead sent me straight upstairs to my room, where I collapsed still dressed on my bed. A few hours later I dragged myself up and out for a twilight stroll and dinner in the wonderful city of Strasbourg. Below, two pics of the River Iss near sunset.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnGfsa_ondE/YFdamfLy5EI/AAAAAAACDWI/hA74AMqXK9Y2gTFf5cWHcA2AYv63BymwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B3%2Bthe%2Briver%2B%2521ll%2Bnear%2Bsunset.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1323" data-original-width="1700" height="498" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hnGfsa_ondE/YFdamfLy5EI/AAAAAAACDWI/hA74AMqXK9Y2gTFf5cWHcA2AYv63BymwgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h498/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B3%2Bthe%2Briver%2B%2521ll%2Bnear%2Bsunset.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1vq9LkFuVM/YFdbFkGhNTI/AAAAAAACDWQ/AHwY2asyn5g_e633JFDeW5FnjXnRACN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1555/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BIss%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1005" data-original-width="1555" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1vq9LkFuVM/YFdbFkGhNTI/AAAAAAACDWQ/AHwY2asyn5g_e633JFDeW5FnjXnRACN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h414/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B4%2B-%2Bthe%2BRiver%2BIss%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;">My destination was a square across the river.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwDpTtApbaY/YFdbsuuGlII/AAAAAAACDWY/yVhipmgByDI4454l9DLA5vfcG_h3zVBwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1602/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B5%2B-%2Bagain%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="1602" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwDpTtApbaY/YFdbsuuGlII/AAAAAAACDWY/yVhipmgByDI4454l9DLA5vfcG_h3zVBwgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h396/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B5%2B-%2Bagain%2Bthe%2Briver.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I hardly needed a tram to take me there, but Strasbourg trams are cool, so...</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liK6HpFdW-w/YFdcDa13KSI/AAAAAAACDWg/CqHau4KyZzYVqSRoOsmpAMoyom4n4JxIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B6%2B-%2Bhere%2Beven%2Bthe%2Btrams%2Bare%2Bcool.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1700" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liK6HpFdW-w/YFdcDa13KSI/AAAAAAACDWg/CqHau4KyZzYVqSRoOsmpAMoyom4n4JxIgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h338/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B6%2B-%2Bhere%2Beven%2Bthe%2Btrams%2Bare%2Bcool.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Where I et:</span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahNM7Q4M0TA/YFdcVY5Ig2I/AAAAAAACDWo/RMvwT3oj7cAjTwwjBP-AwKG11u4zXXlQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1330/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B7%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bdined.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1330" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahNM7Q4M0TA/YFdcVY5Ig2I/AAAAAAACDWo/RMvwT3oj7cAjTwwjBP-AwKG11u4zXXlQwCLcBGAsYHQ/w434-h640/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B7%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bdined.jpg" width="434" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: left;">What I et:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQkYJl7FYuw/YFdd_tddrNI/AAAAAAACDXA/fqjs4sBwByoIJs9stLif8zPngMgMBiNFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1700/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B9%2B-%2Bsimple%2Bbut%2Btasty.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="981" data-original-width="1700" height="231" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQkYJl7FYuw/YFdd_tddrNI/AAAAAAACDXA/fqjs4sBwByoIJs9stLif8zPngMgMBiNFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h231/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B9%2B-%2Bsimple%2Bbut%2Btasty.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And ohhh I needed that:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R--dzlSH8KU/YFddP6qBM0I/AAAAAAACDW0/P1WKFvOPMWE5a2BzEbeSDoDtCG3XhTf2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1500/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B8%2B-%2BI%2Bneeded%2Bthat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1460" data-original-width="1500" height="389" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R--dzlSH8KU/YFddP6qBM0I/AAAAAAACDW0/P1WKFvOPMWE5a2BzEbeSDoDtCG3XhTf2ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h389/day%2B1%2BStrasbourg%2B-%2B8%2B-%2BI%2Bneeded%2Bthat.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Afterwards I returned to my hotel for a full night's sleep, and I slept very well indeed. However I am almost late (I never want to be late again!) to catch a train for my day trip to Colmar.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">More on that, and definitely in a more positive strain than this, in my next post!</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p>&nbsp;</p>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-34269376112991981242021-03-09T14:13:00.006-05:002021-03-10T11:35:22.078-05:00Bloggo Iberico: Spring in Northern Spain 2019 1 - Segovia<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>In April 2019 I visited&nbsp;</span><span>Northern Spain.</span><span>&nbsp;My original intent was to designate it an Easter trip, at least early on in the visit to observe how Spain celebrates Holy Week and Easter Sunday. In part&nbsp;</span><span>by accident, but also in part&nbsp;</span><span>intentionally, the focus shifted.&nbsp;</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>I flew into Madrid, the way began my two previous trips to Spain. Instead of spending several days there before moving on (2013) or spending one night in the city, largely to overcome jet-lag before hopping a fast train south (2017), I decided to catch a train to my first destination on the same day I landed. It was tiring. While still in the US I had booked a train that left hours after my flight was scheduled to arrive, because I was worried about delays. My instinct proved a good one, as the flight arrived a full hour and a half late.&nbsp;</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S57dteCrPfU/Xh8ZYI7qXMI/AAAAAAACAkU/5nqXwjwnGL4GXGAhnuiyuSTevCNQRNkcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B01%2BFrom%2BChamartin%252C%2Bgiants%2Band%2Bfoundations.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="846" data-original-width="1131" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S57dteCrPfU/Xh8ZYI7qXMI/AAAAAAACAkU/5nqXwjwnGL4GXGAhnuiyuSTevCNQRNkcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B01%2BFrom%2BChamartin%252C%2Bgiants%2Band%2Bfoundations.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Chamartin station, a view of skyscrapers in the modern part of Madrid</td></tr></tbody></table><span><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I caught the excellent and inexpensive (or because inexpensive) airport bus and got off before entering the center of the city, at Madrid's second rail station, Chamartin. Luckily I was able to get there shortly before my train pulled out, and in less than an hour I arrived at Segovia, where I would spend my first two nights.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DDT_fA2rb8/Xh8dX2fZfSI/AAAAAAACAkg/gQeuR3Mha4Ql63l1WelOejNSeKFQMt7vwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Spain%2BDay%2B4%2B-%2BAvila%2B%2526%2BSegovia%2B-%2BSegovia%2B2%2Bway%2Bto%2B-%2Bcathedral%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Bdistance%2BSep%2B13.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1012" data-original-width="1400" height="462" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DDT_fA2rb8/Xh8dX2fZfSI/AAAAAAACAkg/gQeuR3Mha4Ql63l1WelOejNSeKFQMt7vwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Spain%2BDay%2B4%2B-%2BAvila%2B%2526%2BSegovia%2B-%2BSegovia%2B2%2Bway%2Bto%2B-%2Bcathedral%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Bdistance%2BSep%2B13.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From a distance a good view of the cathedral</td></tr></tbody></table><span><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It was a city I had visited before, in 2013, but only on an organized day tour from Madrid, which felt more than a little rushed. I fell in love with Segovia then, and was determined that I would give it at least one full day - so I did.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jG8oDjq5D5I/Xh8dzE9W2OI/AAAAAAACAko/fLoWuw3V5Kwcy2ZCU9H8Ojz1_hO5ltj6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Spain%2BDay%2B4%2B-%2BAvila%2B%2526%2BSegovia%2B-%2BSegovia%2B4%2Bthe%2Baqueduct%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bdisstance%2BSep%2B13.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1019" data-original-width="1536" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jG8oDjq5D5I/Xh8dzE9W2OI/AAAAAAACAko/fLoWuw3V5Kwcy2ZCU9H8Ojz1_hO5ltj6QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Spain%2BDay%2B4%2B-%2BAvila%2B%2526%2BSegovia%2B-%2BSegovia%2B4%2Bthe%2Baqueduct%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bdisstance%2BSep%2B13.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heading toward the old town, and the aqueduct, seen at the top, in the distance</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPtc5bsEtxw/Xh8iyb4-FYI/AAAAAAACAlo/4YcSUhOnjnwTqngcNTohPLBlYXx-xFnIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B7%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1145" data-original-width="1600" height="456" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EPtc5bsEtxw/Xh8iyb4-FYI/AAAAAAACAlo/4YcSUhOnjnwTqngcNTohPLBlYXx-xFnIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B7%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My hotel in Segovia, the Infanta Isabel</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-K1O76wUrc/Xh8hdOUJnCI/AAAAAAACAlc/y6OpAbFNDxg5yYql07elhYUn0KZ90f-TACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B22%2Btapas%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbar%2Bdownstairs.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1257" data-original-width="1600" height="313" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7-K1O76wUrc/Xh8hdOUJnCI/AAAAAAACAlc/y6OpAbFNDxg5yYql07elhYUn0KZ90f-TACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B22%2Btapas%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbar%2Bdownstairs.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beer and tapas in the cosy cafe attached to the hotel</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My hotel room was nearly ready when I arrived, and it was</span><span><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erXnCfS8p0c/Xh8eUNRrpZI/AAAAAAACAkw/ThI-fuDZLZUKUI9IRwSCXmkr8QpLNDXBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B1a%2Bmy%2Broom%2Bat%2Bthe%2BHotel%2BInfanta%2BIsabel%2Band%2Bone%2Bof%2Bits%2Bbalonies.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1121" data-original-width="1600" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erXnCfS8p0c/Xh8eUNRrpZI/AAAAAAACAkw/ThI-fuDZLZUKUI9IRwSCXmkr8QpLNDXBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B1a%2Bmy%2Broom%2Bat%2Bthe%2BHotel%2BInfanta%2BIsabel%2Band%2Bone%2Bof%2Bits%2Bbalonies.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My room, nothing fancy, but nice</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">suggested that I have a beer and bite in the attached bar. I was happy to, though I confess that the "cerveza" made me even more tired than I already was. Once in my room took only a few moments to freshen up and check my email, then though very sleepy, I set out to rediscover Segovia. It was a crisp, clear spring day, the air was fresh, so off I went.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIJPoV9N8O8/Xh8eomlHbjI/AAAAAAACAk4/Yd6uHcBe9TAubYLDGHQe3VpS_PmfRlh_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B1%2Ba%2Bcosy%2Bnook%2Bin%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Broom%2Band%2Bthe%2Bsecond%2Bbalcony.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1055" data-original-width="1600" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIJPoV9N8O8/Xh8eomlHbjI/AAAAAAACAk4/Yd6uHcBe9TAubYLDGHQe3VpS_PmfRlh_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B1%2Ba%2Bcosy%2Bnook%2Bin%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Broom%2Band%2Bthe%2Bsecond%2Bbalcony.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Off the bedroom, an area to relax in</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn_3eQg4Tv4/Xh8fCLiJaqI/AAAAAAACAlA/Wr94en4-H1UUJL1CYkzLULFoSa1z7ieswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B5a%2B-%2Bas%2BI%2Bstep%2Boutfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="1496" height="508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jn_3eQg4Tv4/Xh8fCLiJaqI/AAAAAAACAlA/Wr94en4-H1UUJL1CYkzLULFoSa1z7ieswCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B5a%2B-%2Bas%2BI%2Bstep%2Boutfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the entrance to my hotel, a portion of the cathedral</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksrC8vMUfG8/Xh8giyz6cYI/AAAAAAACAlM/gl69uA__aoABfRoxiJjJoRSo1HHSrW6_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B21%2B-%2BPlaza%2BMayor%2Bearly%2Bevening.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="963" data-original-width="1600" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ksrC8vMUfG8/Xh8giyz6cYI/AAAAAAACAlM/gl69uA__aoABfRoxiJjJoRSo1HHSrW6_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B21%2B-%2BPlaza%2BMayor%2Bearly%2Bevening.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City Hall, from the front of my hotel</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>I had booked a hotel on Plaza Mayor, opposite City Hall. A</span>t the far end of the plaza is a theatre and opposite that end&nbsp;the cathedral, a small part of which I could see from one of the windows in my room.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dbU7O44XJQ/Xh8gynZONNI/AAAAAAACAlU/gJv1lq2-Z8Y2KF4uzLRZHQACwIcfOuVIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B6%2BPlaza%2BMayor%2Bwaits%2Bfor%2Bspring.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1246" data-original-width="1600" height="497" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dbU7O44XJQ/Xh8gynZONNI/AAAAAAACAlU/gJv1lq2-Z8Y2KF4uzLRZHQACwIcfOuVIwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B6%2BPlaza%2BMayor%2Bwaits%2Bfor%2Bspring.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Juan Bravo Theatre, on the right,<br />on Plaza Mayor</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_R6lT9mGSY/Xh8kzRIbjHI/AAAAAAACAl0/jVuUo_cdJAgSgimbv9vLMxxh2Q1RfjteACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B10%2B-%2BJuan%2BBravo%2Bin%2Bthat%2Bplaza.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1030" data-original-width="1600" height="411" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_R6lT9mGSY/Xh8kzRIbjHI/AAAAAAACAl0/jVuUo_cdJAgSgimbv9vLMxxh2Q1RfjteACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B10%2B-%2BJuan%2BBravo%2Bin%2Bthat%2Bplaza.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plaza Juan Bravo, with his statue at center</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>I walked down (it IS literally a downhill walk, but an easy grade, which of course makes the walk back up the hill not too difficult) towards the aqueduct, stopping at a square I find as pleasant as Plaza Mayor, named Plaza Juan Bravo, who saved the city centuries ago: Bravo! Good name for a hero, si?</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Look at the photo above and the people walking at bottom. If you walk in the opposite direction you will soon come to the Roman Aqueduct.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYJzjp0EVkU/Xh8mc0OmU3I/AAAAAAACAmA/_qqLDDt_cUUa3C0ydIdeOE9YpKsZYgcXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B138%2B-%2Baqueduct%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1143" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYJzjp0EVkU/Xh8mc0OmU3I/AAAAAAACAmA/_qqLDDt_cUUa3C0ydIdeOE9YpKsZYgcXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B138%2B-%2Baqueduct%2Bagain.jpg" width="572" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>From a small, mostly pedestrian street into the huge square that is home to the even larger aqueduct is something of a thrill, even if you've trod that same path before.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>I had a lovely walk, but I really was jet-lagged, and headed back to the hotel, where I had a few more cervezas before drifting off into a deep sleep.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Next morning, feeling much refreshed, I began to explore Segovia, relishing the chance to have a full day in which to do so.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>A brief aside: I have already written about the major sights of Segovia, its cathedral, its Alcazar and above all (literally!) the beautiful aqueduct. While I visited all of them on this trip, I did not go inside the cathedral or the Alcazar. If you'd like to read more about each all you have to do is look to the right of this page, click on the Archive and you'll find the post on my 2013 organized day tour to Segovia and Avila. Rather than dwell on them, I'll try, mostly through photos, to let you in on some of the less-known charms of the city.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLRN21hCTeg/XicT0rsv_PI/AAAAAAACAnE/DqJbAvZfhiwJNZxysSs4j5P3vT3rgkwVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B6%2Batop%2Bthe%2Baqueduct.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1600" height="428" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLRN21hCTeg/XicT0rsv_PI/AAAAAAACAnE/DqJbAvZfhiwJNZxysSs4j5P3vT3rgkwVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B6%2Batop%2Bthe%2Baqueduct.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>I began by re-visiting the aqueduct. While no one is allowed to walk on it - dangerous to say the least - a bit more than 100 steps up will get you to its upper level - interesting view, and one that the rushed organized tour in 2013 did not allow time for.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>As I strolled I saw a building that very much interested me, the Alhondiga (below), an old granary, very Moorish in style, with a poster for the Semana Santa (Holy Week) processions that I so wanted to see.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRWRcBcM-PY/XicU3IjVCLI/AAAAAAACAnM/Xh12gtyyUVwKAKuksO7sxeJaLIbw46VgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B119%2Bthe%2BAlhondiga%2Bor%2Bgrain%2Bstore%2B16th%2Bc.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1019" data-original-width="1600" height="406" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rRWRcBcM-PY/XicU3IjVCLI/AAAAAAACAnM/Xh12gtyyUVwKAKuksO7sxeJaLIbw46VgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B119%2Bthe%2BAlhondiga%2Bor%2Bgrain%2Bstore%2B16th%2Bc.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vyt5tHXRAWQ/XicWQBZB96I/AAAAAAACAnc/csjVKMcFONQidzLcyUwEpJ7JXdXq2x5LgCEwYBhgL/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B19%2Bstatue%2Bof%2BSemana%2BSanta.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1115" data-original-width="544" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vyt5tHXRAWQ/XicWQBZB96I/AAAAAAACAnc/csjVKMcFONQidzLcyUwEpJ7JXdXq2x5LgCEwYBhgL/w195-h400/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B19%2Bstatue%2Bof%2BSemana%2BSanta.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>In fact I also found a sculpted figure of one of those who at one time marched </span><span>in the processions (at left). The tall, pointed hat could often be seen in processions of old. I saw none in the processions I witnessed later in the trip, but any time I see a painting or a sculpture of such an austere figure with such a hat I must confess that at first at least I can think of just one thing: the Spanish Inquisition!</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In fact the city features many public sculptures, varying from the secula this one is called El Favorito (the difficult to see title is in gray stone just below the Favorite's feet, easier to see the artist's name below that)</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwQu-9Uvy4I/Xic5a0VSwHI/AAAAAAACAn4/NbLZriU4k2Uo-mg6El1-juITidgQB_uPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B16%2BEl%2BFavorito.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1252" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwQu-9Uvy4I/Xic5a0VSwHI/AAAAAAACAn4/NbLZriU4k2Uo-mg6El1-juITidgQB_uPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B16%2BEl%2BFavorito.jpg" width="287" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">to the religious, such as this (below), which depicts San Juan de la Cruz (St John of the Cross).</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5WHgk9FgBM/Xic5h_DxvuI/AAAAAAACAn8/al4ZOaAQ1u4Nu3qJc0LKJCETpISjrYiewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B37%2B-%2BSan%2BJuan%2Bde%2Bla%2BCruz.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1383" data-original-width="1400" height="632" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5WHgk9FgBM/Xic5h_DxvuI/AAAAAAACAn8/al4ZOaAQ1u4Nu3qJc0LKJCETpISjrYiewCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B37%2B-%2BSan%2BJuan%2Bde%2Bla%2BCruz.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Spotted on a walk that gradually took me to the vicinity of the Alcazar,</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0MhanWfNKs/Xic6RqvcP-I/AAAAAAACAoI/V_QbqJQvr-QBmeQSv4wQRCTV9qu50b_NACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B41%2BVera%2BCruz%2B-%2Ba%2BTemplar%2Bchurch.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0MhanWfNKs/Xic6RqvcP-I/AAAAAAACAoI/V_QbqJQvr-QBmeQSv4wQRCTV9qu50b_NACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B41%2BVera%2BCruz%2B-%2Ba%2BTemplar%2Bchurch.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>the above is a photo of the old Knights Templar church of Santa Cruz. My plan was to to trek out to it, but while with the zoom it doesn't seem too far off, I can tell you that I was a bit concerned - the amount of time it would take to get there and back, and whether or not I'd be able to make it back up to the city. I guess I'm not quite the trekkie I once was.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>I saw it and other sights in a pretty if sere area below one side of the city walls.The neighborhood I was walking through seemed very posh, and many of the casas featured great views of that rough beauty.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCz5__UE2H8/Xic6oli1FqI/AAAAAAACAoQ/z8bchvV65ckf2ezynbeuPKEZfYAQ0clYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B27%2B-%2Bposh%2Bneighborhood%2Bon%2Bnorth%2Bedge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vCz5__UE2H8/Xic6oli1FqI/AAAAAAACAoQ/z8bchvV65ckf2ezynbeuPKEZfYAQ0clYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B27%2B-%2Bposh%2Bneighborhood%2Bon%2Bnorth%2Bedge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Many tiny old roads wind through the city</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-kfdFtu1B4/Xic7M98gnNI/AAAAAAACAoY/CM_dhugj0RcJTSvKJh0ee8-rohV4ySM4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B43%2B-%2BPuerta%2Bdella%2BClaustra%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1095" data-original-width="1600" height="273" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n-kfdFtu1B4/Xic7M98gnNI/AAAAAAACAoY/CM_dhugj0RcJTSvKJh0ee8-rohV4ySM4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B43%2B-%2BPuerta%2Bdella%2BClaustra%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And while not all roads do, this one leads to the Alcazar, the last of the three top attractions (after the aqueduct and the cathedral.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhC0t6NlLP4/Xic7Vc86ZrI/AAAAAAACAoc/4M57P-UImGwbWJbGFl7qVlV_VCExTpagwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B45%2Ban%2Bold%2Bstreet%2Bnear%2Bthe%2BAlcazar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhC0t6NlLP4/Xic7Vc86ZrI/AAAAAAACAoc/4M57P-UImGwbWJbGFl7qVlV_VCExTpagwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B45%2Ban%2Bold%2Bstreet%2Bnear%2Bthe%2BAlcazar.jpg" width="357" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">Another look at the Alcazar, the much and fancifully renovated castle where once upon a time lived Isabella (of Ferdinand and...)</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu1mNJ3tKM4/Xic7qQwS0AI/AAAAAAACAok/QGVrZZfZSNk6NtX3BB7RuUZq2Ji7-Jz4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B53%2Bthe%2BAlcazar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1600" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu1mNJ3tKM4/Xic7qQwS0AI/AAAAAAACAok/QGVrZZfZSNk6NtX3BB7RuUZq2Ji7-Jz4gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B53%2Bthe%2BAlcazar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I stopped at this fairy tale castle (some say it inspired the castle in Disneyland) only briefly, then headed back towards the center along the walls opposite those next to the Alcazar</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnLYLDQ7rs4/Xic9Fv42KPI/AAAAAAACAow/bMD3SAQCTbwTytJMhbxeeKod29MeX8AJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B64%2B-%2Bold%2Bcity%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1102" data-original-width="1600" height="440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnLYLDQ7rs4/Xic9Fv42KPI/AAAAAAACAow/bMD3SAQCTbwTytJMhbxeeKod29MeX8AJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B64%2B-%2Bold%2Bcity%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>The first thing you might notice is that compared to the view from the walls adjacent to the Alcazar, this is a much more green area.&nbsp;</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Impossible to miss on this part of the walk is the view of the cathedral.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8iadqei7dc/Xic-aaaE_2I/AAAAAAACAo4/rd5NhkoFU1U6RXCXse_MlG-yE7lw_kNZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B59%2Bcathedral%2Band%2Bold%2Btown%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="1600" height="387" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S8iadqei7dc/Xic-aaaE_2I/AAAAAAACAo4/rd5NhkoFU1U6RXCXse_MlG-yE7lw_kNZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B59%2Bcathedral%2Band%2Bold%2Btown%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>The above photo offers more proof that if the grass is not always greener, it certainly is on this side of Segovia.</span><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MSDOGYGe1s/Xic-v1D77fI/AAAAAAACApA/kZZz8V8zomArXSE2yVLz1XW_x5qSpNyfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B67%2Ba%2Bgood%2Bbit%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bwalls%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1264" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MSDOGYGe1s/Xic-v1D77fI/AAAAAAACApA/kZZz8V8zomArXSE2yVLz1XW_x5qSpNyfACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B67%2Ba%2Bgood%2Bbit%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bwalls%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The above photo offers one of the best views of the cathedral. It is called the Mirador del Museo de Segovia - below, the sign that tells you it's a very good view and the shadowy figure of the photographer (aka Dr Jack)</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VTetWGwO-Y/XidASSEBs9I/AAAAAAACApM/aV1XoqQgmVUvfYhiGKkHLrvVJ3uO8UtlQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B69%2B-%2Bmirador%2Band%2Bartist.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="983" data-original-width="1600" height="392" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VTetWGwO-Y/XidASSEBs9I/AAAAAAACApM/aV1XoqQgmVUvfYhiGKkHLrvVJ3uO8UtlQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B69%2B-%2Bmirador%2Band%2Bartist.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>And if you wonder why the mirador is described as that of the city museum, </span><span>when you turn away from that great view, this is what you see: The Museum of Segovia, built into the walls of the city</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJtI8Os0yaE/XidAtkCx0VI/AAAAAAACApU/_f1OogG8K5Mp2ZKo0pH7Dgn2U60FwOQwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B71%2Bthe%2BMuseum%2Bof%2BSegovia%2Bis%2Bbuilt%2Binto%2Bthe%2Bcity%2Bwalls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="1600" height="392" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJtI8Os0yaE/XidAtkCx0VI/AAAAAAACApU/_f1OogG8K5Mp2ZKo0pH7Dgn2U60FwOQwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B71%2Bthe%2BMuseum%2Bof%2BSegovia%2Bis%2Bbuilt%2Binto%2Bthe%2Bcity%2Bwalls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One hears much about the once thriving Jewish communities in Toledo and Cordoba. I had no idea there was a large enclave in Segovia as well.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzTjFnb117I/XidNTStonqI/AAAAAAACApo/e4zd9Itq07Yzd_9HIsivs63oCiho14r6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B75%2Bplaque%2Bmarking%2Bthe%2BJewish%2Bcemetery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="1600" height="231" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzTjFnb117I/XidNTStonqI/AAAAAAACApo/e4zd9Itq07Yzd_9HIsivs63oCiho14r6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B75%2Bplaque%2Bmarking%2Bthe%2BJewish%2Bcemetery.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>The first evidence of it, coming from the direction in which I walked, is the above plaque mapping out the</span><span>&nbsp;Jewish cemetery, f</span><span>ar below the city walls. Here is the path down to it.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhQIqYf5GgU/XidNwcMlYCI/AAAAAAACApw/Gz1tOlrj7qEGXHr6k06aKn611i_iQriewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B76%2B-%2Bthe%2Bpath%2Bdown%2Bto%2Bthe%2BJewish%2Bcemetery.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhQIqYf5GgU/XidNwcMlYCI/AAAAAAACApw/Gz1tOlrj7qEGXHr6k06aKn611i_iQriewCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B76%2B-%2Bthe%2Bpath%2Bdown%2Bto%2Bthe%2BJewish%2Bcemetery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;">I</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>t lies at the edge of the Jewish quarter...well, ghetto.&nbsp;</span><span>A reminder, when the Catholic monarchs reconquered the country, all the Jews were either forced to leave, to convert to Christianity, or burnt in the Inquisition.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1jEMlue1sg/XidODCI9UoI/AAAAAAACAp4/v6jRXgRi_FsvQB8C2pI2-Bg7lU42qvewACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B77%2BPuerta%2Bde%2BSan%2BAndres%2BI%2Bthink.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1180" data-original-width="1489" height="506" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1jEMlue1sg/XidODCI9UoI/AAAAAAACAp4/v6jRXgRi_FsvQB8C2pI2-Bg7lU42qvewACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h506/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B77%2BPuerta%2Bde%2BSan%2BAndres%2BI%2Bthink.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Just past the cemetery and after walking through the above entrance to the city, more of the Jewish "barrio" becomes evident.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khSYFGb9BKg/XidOb7EB-TI/AAAAAAACAqA/3MYk59H5rqkdoDvqc58gBuxIrTrYbBAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B78%2Bsign%2Bfor%2Bthe%2BJewish%2BQuarter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1451" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khSYFGb9BKg/XidOb7EB-TI/AAAAAAACAqA/3MYk59H5rqkdoDvqc58gBuxIrTrYbBAtgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B78%2Bsign%2Bfor%2Bthe%2BJewish%2BQuarter.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There is even a Sephardic cafe!&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PfNMwqhe8o/XidOuKYtZ9I/AAAAAAACAqI/kZ_v4rXExJMfAJJgkVM6M3S_yLb4qLrrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B86%2B-%2Ba%2Bsephardic%2Bcafe%2Bin%2Bthe%2BJewish%2Bquarter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="1600" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PfNMwqhe8o/XidOuKYtZ9I/AAAAAAACAqI/kZ_v4rXExJMfAJJgkVM6M3S_yLb4qLrrQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B86%2B-%2Ba%2Bsephardic%2Bcafe%2Bin%2Bthe%2BJewish%2Bquarter.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>Below, I think you might be able to read the cafe's special menu for Passover. If it is difficult, click on the photo and it should enlarge. It was too early for lunch or I would definitely eaten here.&nbsp;</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zELkvGyz2a4/XidO_jQWsOI/AAAAAAACAqQ/0RsNM8PX8DQ6f4MjqvrjnnQtHBWj0mNXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B84%2B-%2BSephardic%2Bmenu%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bcafe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zELkvGyz2a4/XidO_jQWsOI/AAAAAAACAqQ/0RsNM8PX8DQ6f4MjqvrjnnQtHBWj0mNXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B84%2B-%2BSephardic%2Bmenu%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bcafe.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This old church in the Jewish quarter is well worth a visit,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnyLxAqfqHk/XidQKwLpyAI/AAAAAAACAqc/LpdASAHf3lA1Qn7VMNd-HK-p4F88FNdjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B90%2BCorpus%2BChristi%252C%2Bformer%2Bsynagogue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="805" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnyLxAqfqHk/XidQKwLpyAI/AAAAAAACAqc/LpdASAHf3lA1Qn7VMNd-HK-p4F88FNdjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B90%2BCorpus%2BChristi%252C%2Bformer%2Bsynagogue.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">because it was once the Jewish Synagogue. While there is some evidence of this heritage inside, the building has been almost completely converted into a Christian church. Here'a a look at its altar.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJtRHg7EvZA/XidRgQqh31I/AAAAAAACAqk/NbptfyHAiro7SI-J9HeZxIOmvmMihWysACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B94%2B-%2Bint%2Bsynagogue%2Bthen%2Bchurch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1123" data-original-width="1500" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJtRHg7EvZA/XidRgQqh31I/AAAAAAACAqk/NbptfyHAiro7SI-J9HeZxIOmvmMihWysACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B94%2B-%2Bint%2Bsynagogue%2Bthen%2Bchurch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And from the altar to the back of the church</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hqh0KG5mJPE/XidRrLGxrgI/AAAAAAACAqs/1OlQCq7k5UwWZwM8trRAw5nwbw-005UogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B100%2BCorpus%2BChristi%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Baltar%2Barea_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hqh0KG5mJPE/XidRrLGxrgI/AAAAAAACAqs/1OlQCq7k5UwWZwM8trRAw5nwbw-005UogCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B100%2BCorpus%2BChristi%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Baltar%2Barea_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If you look at the far wall you may see some posters. They depict the history of synagogue/church (the quality of the photo is poor, but I include it as it might tempt some of the readers to visit):</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0NynNb5bC8/XidSaEFAmRI/AAAAAAACAq4/uiV3PQABWSMIZ5Mmf4m1uApJ9djquo39wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B108%2B-%2Bphases%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bsynagogue%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="832" data-original-width="1600" height="331" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0NynNb5bC8/XidSaEFAmRI/AAAAAAACAq4/uiV3PQABWSMIZ5Mmf4m1uApJ9djquo39wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B108%2B-%2Bphases%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bsynagogue%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>One of my favorite views from a city with many lovely views is this one, of rooftops and far beyond, the mountains.&nbsp;</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uC_GIXa1-Ks/XidUmy-8arI/AAAAAAACArE/4zWvf0LcyyAYcK-feMf1xsSjmw7OlSkcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B12%2Brootops%2Band%2Bmtns.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="748" data-original-width="1600" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uC_GIXa1-Ks/XidUmy-8arI/AAAAAAACArE/4zWvf0LcyyAYcK-feMf1xsSjmw7OlSkcACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Segovia%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B12%2Brootops%2Band%2Bmtns.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A good place to end my few notes on this fine city. Salud!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536859905 -1073732485 9 0 511 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 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mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1;} --></style></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-8218849143191529282021-03-09T13:12:00.011-05:002021-03-10T11:34:50.615-05:00Bloggo Iberico: Spring in Northern Spain 2019 2 - Salamanca and Valladolid<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There are several reasons to visit Salamanca. It is home to one of the oldest universities in Europe and a grand cathedral. Two cathedrals</span><span><span style="font-family: times new roman, serif; font-size: 24px;">&nbsp;</span><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-426Ru7ypnTg/XisJKh7dwYI/AAAAAAACArY/gRBMk7Kd4e8BHtK91L-KzSvcRuDSTT3dgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B1%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bancient%2BRoman%2Bbridge%252C%2Bthe%2BCahedral%2528s%2529%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bdistance.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="1600" height="227" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-426Ru7ypnTg/XisJKh7dwYI/AAAAAAACArY/gRBMk7Kd4e8BHtK91L-KzSvcRuDSTT3dgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h227/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B1%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bancient%2BRoman%2Bbridge%252C%2Bthe%2BCahedral%2528s%2529%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bdistance.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">actually, as the new one was grafted onto the old. In order to visit the old cathedral you have to walk through the new. In addition you can visit what some have described as one of the most pleasant main squares in Spain - Plaza Mayor. Last but not least, there is a well preserved ancient Roman bridge (above) over the river Tormes, for tourists a pleasant place to stroll and to get good views of the cathedral, for locals a pleasant section of a jogging and cycling path.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWB8IvE10j4/XisJmqvLX0I/AAAAAAACArg/HS_fozIz4JwXKhjIwlypmuZiKfFFBmpUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B2%2BRoman%2BBridge%2Band%2BCathedral.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1600" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWB8IvE10j4/XisJmqvLX0I/AAAAAAACArg/HS_fozIz4JwXKhjIwlypmuZiKfFFBmpUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B2%2BRoman%2BBridge%2Band%2BCathedral.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>My hotel is very near the Roman bridge. It is not as well located as I might have hoped, and a bit of a climb up to the old town proper. But I managed to hike it several times during my stay, and was rewarded by closer views of the cathedral(s).&nbsp;</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>On my first day I checked into my hotel but discovered that my room was not yet ready. So I left it to get a look at the city proper. On my way I passed a curious statue, which I later discovered</span></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms1cMkBo-6c/XisQ88QYuXI/AAAAAAACAsg/1xbdqy_QTE494tK-aJ-JXY-Fv8If9rWVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B7%2BLazarillo%2Bclose-up.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1568" data-original-width="1600" height="391" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ms1cMkBo-6c/XisQ88QYuXI/AAAAAAACAsg/1xbdqy_QTE494tK-aJ-JXY-Fv8If9rWVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B7%2BLazarillo%2Bclose-up.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>was of Lazarillo de Tormes. Lazarillo is the diminutive for Lazaro, a much beloved author about whom very little is known. The statue depicts a very young Lazarillo leading the old blind master to whom he was apprenticed. Later he left on a series of travels during which he worked for several other masters, learning their crafts and becoming crafty as he roams around. In fact he becomes a rather roguish roamer and is said to be the prototype for the lead character in the picaresque novel.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Another statue seems to guard the city end of the Roman Bridge see photo below). A bull that lost his head...arse toward the city? I was not able to find all that much about this bull, except for one source that claimed it was presumably pre- Roman and is mentioned in relation to Lazarillo.&nbsp;</span><span>Another says that it is the symbol of the city, and that when the Romans conquered the city broke off its head and threw it into the river. Last and least the claim is made that the bull guarded the city. Choose for yourself, or choose none of the above...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbzJIixAnAY/XisUfpWry9I/AAAAAAACAss/HAVoT57QevcIppJB80XSlznUuwhtykDjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B2%2Bthe%2Bbull%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1058" data-original-width="1600" height="263" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbzJIixAnAY/XisUfpWry9I/AAAAAAACAss/HAVoT57QevcIppJB80XSlznUuwhtykDjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B2%2Bthe%2Bbull%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Across a rather busy road something else caught my eye, something I remained curious about until my last day in the city. As a theatre afficionado I will keep you in suspense:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp6WVK6ntbM/XisXrwPXsNI/AAAAAAACAs4/h0XS6kpgARkayzzdUbUEffB36OYg8r9mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B70%2Bart%2Bnouveau%2Bmus%2Blookout.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="1600" height="285" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dp6WVK6ntbM/XisXrwPXsNI/AAAAAAACAs4/h0XS6kpgARkayzzdUbUEffB36OYg8r9mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B70%2Bart%2Bnouveau%2Bmus%2Blookout.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On my way up the winding hill to the city I got my first look at the cathedral, a mere tease of what was to come.<br /></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyCpP5ow1L4/XisYwuo4hLI/AAAAAAACAtA/xttqwceTpWYUd5_JG-oxkkMCFimUWt4ggCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B10%2Bpart%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcathedral.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1095" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JyCpP5ow1L4/XisYwuo4hLI/AAAAAAACAtA/xttqwceTpWYUd5_JG-oxkkMCFimUWt4ggCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B10%2Bpart%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcathedral.jpg" width="584" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">As you see, there are only partial views to be had of the gigantic ediface.&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;<div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VX-f9medlxs/XisKMNCWFZI/AAAAAAACAro/aussBTwr6dMCB22Pl1pdlAcFg8ku18NPACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B9%2Bparts%2Bof%2Bold%2Bsnd%2Bnew%2Bcathedrals%2Bmebbe_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1301" data-original-width="1596" height="520" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VX-f9medlxs/XisKMNCWFZI/AAAAAAACAro/aussBTwr6dMCB22Pl1pdlAcFg8ku18NPACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B9%2Bparts%2Bof%2Bold%2Bsnd%2Bnew%2Bcathedrals%2Bmebbe_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-viJEsBuyG80/XisK3PHM1CI/AAAAAAACAr0/fypmCHp93JMUiM9tszMDxhGQibQhjGVXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B12%2B-%2Bfacade%2Bof%2Bcathedral%2Btourist%2Bentrance.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1178" data-original-width="811" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-viJEsBuyG80/XisK3PHM1CI/AAAAAAACAr0/fypmCHp93JMUiM9tszMDxhGQibQhjGVXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B12%2B-%2Bfacade%2Bof%2Bcathedral%2Btourist%2Bentrance.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The main entrance to the New Cathedral (above) boasts a stunning ornate facade, intricately carved in what is called the Plateresque style. "Plata" is Spanish for silver, so think "in the style of a silversmith" if you like. Some critics opine that Salamanca offers the finest work in the Plateresque style. Below is a closer look at the entrance</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVfdc0FnwkA/XisMGU72FYI/AAAAAAACAr8/ugxvXzxbqUU0_5ABnvSmza8BrPeztfu_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B65%2Belaborate%2Bcentral%2Bportal%2Bnew%2BCath.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1217" data-original-width="807" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVfdc0FnwkA/XisMGU72FYI/AAAAAAACAr8/ugxvXzxbqUU0_5ABnvSmza8BrPeztfu_ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B65%2Belaborate%2Bcentral%2Bportal%2Bnew%2BCath.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I decided to wait for the following day to see the inside of the cathedral, and headed past it and the very nice square on which it sits (pictured below from the cathedral looking towards the old town center:</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JsIqN0AjUfw/XisaSrQM06I/AAAAAAACAtU/nKAkRekFsXI_xsq47U0pIfptoik2rNLwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B84%2BPlaza%2Bde%2BAnaya%2Blooking%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Btowards%2BPM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="1600" height="460" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JsIqN0AjUfw/XisaSrQM06I/AAAAAAACAtU/nKAkRekFsXI_xsq47U0pIfptoik2rNLwQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B84%2BPlaza%2Bde%2BAnaya%2Blooking%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Btowards%2BPM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And on that square some lovely spring gardens (just off to the left of the photo above):</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8qwYWO_Otw/XisayC-VM9I/AAAAAAACAtc/agHCQZ_ZNtcgHIFw9Vt2j6NRvFNHxV0QQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B82%2BSalamanca%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bspring.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="884" data-original-width="1600" height="352" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y8qwYWO_Otw/XisayC-VM9I/AAAAAAACAtc/agHCQZ_ZNtcgHIFw9Vt2j6NRvFNHxV0QQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B82%2BSalamanca%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bspring.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>I easily made my way from the Cathedral to the Plaza Mayor, because, while it is possible to turn off it I simply followed the </span><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">same road. This turned into a busy street filled with shops and eateries,&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rwaDLmTxpg/XisxslUCThI/AAAAAAACAto/ZCDL7ctlTo8lUhSpqwvooQbim3AUiP0fACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B26%2Bmain%2Bdrag%2Bof%2Bshops%2Band%2Beateries.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1029" data-original-width="869" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3rwaDLmTxpg/XisxslUCThI/AAAAAAACAto/ZCDL7ctlTo8lUhSpqwvooQbim3AUiP0fACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B26%2Bmain%2Bdrag%2Bof%2Bshops%2Band%2Beateries.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">at the end of which was one of the entrances to the plaza.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bECpBL-CEFI/XisyMYfU5tI/AAAAAAACAtw/EHmnfwPgbn8QRSrx0OyX3SrXS5M_TPnOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B30%2Bfirst%2Bglimpse%2Bof%2BPM%2Bthrough%2Bportal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1054" data-original-width="906" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bECpBL-CEFI/XisyMYfU5tI/AAAAAAACAtw/EHmnfwPgbn8QRSrx0OyX3SrXS5M_TPnOACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B30%2Bfirst%2Bglimpse%2Bof%2BPM%2Bthrough%2Bportal.jpg" width="550" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A very large and imposing plaza it is!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jZrxYb9iKY/Xisy46TPoPI/AAAAAAACAt4/LSp0MsNBpIk7w0RnsF_STlzIlvM18CDewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B35%2Bfirst%2Bglimpse%2BPlaza%2BMayor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1085" data-original-width="1600" height="432" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7jZrxYb9iKY/Xisy46TPoPI/AAAAAAACAt4/LSp0MsNBpIk7w0RnsF_STlzIlvM18CDewCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B35%2Bfirst%2Bglimpse%2BPlaza%2BMayor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Noted for its lack of a central statue of a king on horseback (a blessed relief if you ask me) and its elegant town hall this place has been called the finest in Spain. While I confess that I wouldn't quite agree with that assessment, it is a very pleasant place to eat, drink and even be merry.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlodtUSyLlE/XiszTmJaxGI/AAAAAAACAuA/Wmkd_XQeE3Mjn9XyhT7AaYWQoo092pdTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B38%2Bmore%2BPlaza%2BMayor.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1600" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlodtUSyLlE/XiszTmJaxGI/AAAAAAACAuA/Wmkd_XQeE3Mjn9XyhT7AaYWQoo092pdTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B38%2Bmore%2BPlaza%2BMayor.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>The above photo was taken from one side of the plaza to the other. Not to be glib but, "Look ma, no equestrian statue!"</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Below is a good look at the facade of the Town Hall</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2QKK-G8k7E/Xis0dhwi7jI/AAAAAAACAuM/HM7y0HI___QMfUA1HZ5IxWYJgrj4VUDKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B37%2B-%2Ba%2Bcloser%2Blook%2Bat%2Bmain%2Bfacade%2Bof%2BPM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="1600" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u2QKK-G8k7E/Xis0dhwi7jI/AAAAAAACAuM/HM7y0HI___QMfUA1HZ5IxWYJgrj4VUDKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B37%2B-%2Ba%2Bcloser%2Blook%2Bat%2Bmain%2Bfacade%2Bof%2BPM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A wide arcade enwraps the entire plaza</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1Jkr4Dw5Vc/Xis1Bg3uRzI/AAAAAAACAuU/b_ypavQqKegXZGEN8hptaqyouLdy4k7iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B41%2B-%2Barcade%2Bin%2BPM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s1Jkr4Dw5Vc/Xis1Bg3uRzI/AAAAAAACAuU/b_ypavQqKegXZGEN8hptaqyouLdy4k7iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B41%2B-%2Barcade%2Bin%2BPM.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>And in addition to shops, cafes and restaurants abound - where you see several large umbrellas pressed together is a place to eat.&nbsp;</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8YORlRnYSg/Xis133KhsXI/AAAAAAACAug/4X8VpM2I8n0iIE50EWArwLH3N4AiH6kbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B43%2B-%2Banother%2Blook%2Bat%2Bmain%2Bfacade%2Bof%2BPM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1600" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g8YORlRnYSg/Xis133KhsXI/AAAAAAACAug/4X8VpM2I8n0iIE50EWArwLH3N4AiH6kbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B43%2B-%2Banother%2Blook%2Bat%2Bmain%2Bfacade%2Bof%2BPM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In the spandrels of the eighty-eight archways along the plaza there are bas-relief ovals of kings and queens and the nobility, but also of heroes, soldiers and artists. For example one of them is of Cervantes - but please don't ask me to point it out. With all the arches in this plaza I'd never find it! After years of controversy, one of the busts was finally taken away in 2017. That of Franco, Spain's former fascist dictator.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMD8na4ZfHk/Xis4QTGsnhI/AAAAAAACAus/OPL5RQi0tFgWY0T792ucyppMg9opMfCIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B47%2Ball%2Bthe%2Bbuts%2Bare%2Bof%2Bartists%252C%2Bnot%2Bpols.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1090" data-original-width="1600" height="436" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMD8na4ZfHk/Xis4QTGsnhI/AAAAAAACAus/OPL5RQi0tFgWY0T792ucyppMg9opMfCIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B47%2Ball%2Bthe%2Bbuts%2Bare%2Bof%2Bartists%252C%2Bnot%2Bpols.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>As you look at the photo with the ovals, above, note that the pictured cafe tables belong to the Cafe Novelty, the oldest (1905) and most venerable cafe in Salamanca. It is a "literary" cafe, and is habituated by artists and writers.&nbsp;</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>At each corner on the Plaza Mayor there are&nbsp;</span><span>elegant entrance/exits. This is one of them</span><span>:</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaCcbQTvDBU/Xis7u_aVMuI/AAAAAAACAu4/qfwN8MtuAOYnsdBE-ucPZicloNadOqiFACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B39%2Battractive%2Bexit%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2BPM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1043" data-original-width="1600" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaCcbQTvDBU/Xis7u_aVMuI/AAAAAAACAu4/qfwN8MtuAOYnsdBE-ucPZicloNadOqiFACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B39%2Battractive%2Bexit%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2BPM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After I had a good look around the plaza I found a restaurant just off it that seemed inviting, the Restaurant Musicale</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvI79F-6rtA/Xis85VEIxHI/AAAAAAACAvA/O4ikdcvpmUMkjTBMphzlKZ3xLt9fWQxfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B48%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Blunch%2BThurs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1198" data-original-width="1600" height="298" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KvI79F-6rtA/Xis85VEIxHI/AAAAAAACAvA/O4ikdcvpmUMkjTBMphzlKZ3xLt9fWQxfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B48%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Blunch%2BThurs.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>And while the music was not quite what I'd hoped, the food was tasty enough. I had Bacalao, or cod, with ratatouille. The fish was better than the sauce.</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dngNGScAl1w/Xis-Tcy911I/AAAAAAACAvM/LgOoLO-C4P89V7ZxLIvYF39aFS2rb6KOgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B51%2Bmain%2Bcourse%2Bmenu%2Bde%2Bdia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dngNGScAl1w/Xis-Tcy911I/AAAAAAACAvM/LgOoLO-C4P89V7ZxLIvYF39aFS2rb6KOgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B51%2Bmain%2Bcourse%2Bmenu%2Bde%2Bdia.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I walked off lunch long the same shopping street I'd come in on, which now featured street entertainers as well as cafes and shops, one of them I loved. He plays a stringed instrument while working a puppet - of himself? - in a mini stage set. The kids watching are mesmerized (look at the little girl on the left), and whenever anyone puts a coin or two into his hat, he also makes the little white dog bark gratefully for it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxQdNwfDUQ4/XitA2-KQqsI/AAAAAAACAvY/tEXNyz4_NZsv6ooWzJigEccTamlPj3HuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B54%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmore%2Binterestng%2Bstreet%2Bmusicians.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1402" data-original-width="1600" height="560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxQdNwfDUQ4/XitA2-KQqsI/AAAAAAACAvY/tEXNyz4_NZsv6ooWzJigEccTamlPj3HuACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B54%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bmore%2Binterestng%2Bstreet%2Bmusicians.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Just down the street, at what I'd call the other end of the scale, altogether darker. In front of a building in severe need of restoration, this fellow appears to be crucified!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlnqCVWz880/XitCUNqP3vI/AAAAAAACAvk/LTrb29QDYHYtdnb6KAyYR_gsxN537FG-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B52%2Bliving%2Bsculpture.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1448" data-original-width="1600" height="578" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlnqCVWz880/XitCUNqP3vI/AAAAAAACAvk/LTrb29QDYHYtdnb6KAyYR_gsxN537FG-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B52%2Bliving%2Bsculpture.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>Ah well, it IS Semana Santa - Holy Week, right? He's very good at it...ah well, maybe come Sunday he'll be resurrected.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>In that hope I returned to my hotel, the Casino del Tormes.&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VWvbuC_6Zs/Xi2nodCfllI/AAAAAAACAwQ/mX62NZc-g708qlLYNsVjV86OM0vG1C51wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B75%2B-%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2BCasino%2Bdes%2BTormes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1043" data-original-width="1600" height="416" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2VWvbuC_6Zs/Xi2nodCfllI/AAAAAAACAwQ/mX62NZc-g708qlLYNsVjV86OM0vG1C51wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B75%2B-%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2BCasino%2Bdes%2BTormes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My room was ready - but what a room! At first glance it seemed fine.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qB8F9F70cQ/Xi2hn5h63KI/AAAAAAACAvw/03w63W6POAsh7P_jnrtjZ3QtbQJm8RQfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B71%2B-%2Bmy%2Bstrange%2Blittle%2Broom.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1117" data-original-width="1411" height="506" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qB8F9F70cQ/Xi2hn5h63KI/AAAAAAACAvw/03w63W6POAsh7P_jnrtjZ3QtbQJm8RQfACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B71%2B-%2Bmy%2Bstrange%2Blittle%2Broom.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">until I discovered that if I wanted to open my curtains or look out of my window I would have stand tiptoe on a chair!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fk2vxuvjbnM/Xi2iB0KQ5vI/AAAAAAACAv4/Prn3fkcZ6e4CgAIug8-Ee13k3V6eTEKuACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B72%2Ba%2B%2Bwindow%2Bone%2Bcannot%2Bsee%2Bout%2Bof.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1592" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fk2vxuvjbnM/Xi2iB0KQ5vI/AAAAAAACAv4/Prn3fkcZ6e4CgAIug8-Ee13k3V6eTEKuACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B72%2Ba%2B%2Bwindow%2Bone%2Bcannot%2Bsee%2Bout%2Bof.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The window out of which one cannot see.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The only other window was in the bathroom, and I had to stand on the toilet to see out of that one as well. At least I could make out the courtyard of the hotel, which appeared to house a restaurant. However, when I inquired at the desk I discovered that it was no longer open. The tables and chairs must have been kept to add brightness to an otherwise dull area!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rs5hZGL3Ork/Xi2i-f70FQI/AAAAAAACAwE/KbaZWXeInTo1Vcy0aT6brPNlFy3KXuDpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B74%2Bmy%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Btiptoe%2Bon%2Bchair.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1133" data-original-width="1600" height="452" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rs5hZGL3Ork/Xi2i-f70FQI/AAAAAAACAwE/KbaZWXeInTo1Vcy0aT6brPNlFy3KXuDpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B1%2B-%2B74%2Bmy%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Btiptoe%2Bon%2Bchair.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>The woman at the desk told me that there was a casino adjacent, but that the hotel had nothing to do with it. She suggested that there might be food and drink to be had there, but that she wasn't sure. I&nbsp; almost looked in, but I wasn't in Salamanca to go to a casino - particularly during Holy Week. I decided that I wasn't all that hungry (or had I lost my appetite?), decided I didn't want to climb the hill to the old town again, and returned to my room.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Aside: I always check booking.com and/or other travel websites, for reviews and locations on maps etc. This hotel was highly rated, for location (?!) and for its rooms (!?).&nbsp;</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Confession: (seems a good idea on Holy Week): I had at first booked a hotel on the Plaza Mayor, but as this one was given higher ratings I canceled the earlier reservation and booked this place instead. Ah well...</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Moral: Think twice before you book the Casino del Tormes!</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>And so ended my first day in Salamanca.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Next morning I mounted the hill once more, very much looking forward to touring the inside of the cathedral, and to have a look around the oldest university in Spain. The cathedral's main altar is surprisingly simple compared to other Spanish cathedrals,&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6z7xoBLQqtE/XisMlb69fVI/AAAAAAACAsE/joLlpv0sh3gkL6Fj3zFclJcW27lwNxcYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B15%2Bhigh%2Baltar%2Bfrom%2Bnave.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1100" data-original-width="792" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6z7xoBLQqtE/XisMlb69fVI/AAAAAAACAsE/joLlpv0sh3gkL6Fj3zFclJcW27lwNxcYwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B15%2Bhigh%2Baltar%2Bfrom%2Bnave.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">but not to worry, startlingly ornate side altars more than make up for the simplicity of the main:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpkyJZ1C750/XisMx8R43uI/AAAAAAACAsI/KIRjy6LUKPo110pfYF5thp82xykXeBrOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B19%2B%2Bunderstated%2Bside%2Baltar%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1208" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SpkyJZ1C750/XisMx8R43uI/AAAAAAACAsI/KIRjy6LUKPo110pfYF5thp82xykXeBrOACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B19%2B%2Bunderstated%2Bside%2Baltar%2B2.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GN1ks1QX8M/XisM9Ysyb-I/AAAAAAACAsQ/j2bCdWQWeRs58vXwNmu1GDZUZlQ5TBvPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B16%2Bunderstated%2Bside%2Bchapel%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1183" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1GN1ks1QX8M/XisM9Ysyb-I/AAAAAAACAsQ/j2bCdWQWeRs58vXwNmu1GDZUZlQ5TBvPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B16%2Bunderstated%2Bside%2Bchapel%2B1.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The organ pipes were also impressive:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bx4cXfajec/Xi2rZKRN1nI/AAAAAAACAwc/9_Q-WA3z8CQHjj40tmgUtHGHmN7rLbj1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B20%2B-%2Bthe%2Bunderstated%2Borgan%2Bpipes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bx4cXfajec/Xi2rZKRN1nI/AAAAAAACAwc/9_Q-WA3z8CQHjj40tmgUtHGHmN7rLbj1wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B20%2B-%2Bthe%2Bunderstated%2Borgan%2Bpipes.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But I must tell you, my very favorite part of the cathedral was outside at its northern entrance. The photo below, of the wall just to the left of that entrance, offers a closer look at all the detailed carvings. But there is one anomaly.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZhV-3lMT6c/Xi2saqnH-lI/AAAAAAACAwk/TNXG6AR_Ao8HqV0JM70gWu-oNkRZijQwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B79%2Bwhat%2527s%2Bwrong%2Bwith%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthefigures%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btwo%2Bcenter%2Bcolumns.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZhV-3lMT6c/Xi2saqnH-lI/AAAAAAACAwk/TNXG6AR_Ao8HqV0JM70gWu-oNkRZijQwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B79%2Bwhat%2527s%2Bwrong%2Bwith%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthefigures%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btwo%2Bcenter%2Bcolumns.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1bakyHqwiE/Xi2tHxXltNI/AAAAAAACAww/Xz56Dcr1Tx4NmptsHiZt8-VD2f7-NxzegCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B80%2B-%2Bcross%2Bher%2Bhandwith%2Bsilver%2Band%2Bshe%2527ll%2Bshow%2Byou.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="817" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1bakyHqwiE/Xi2tHxXltNI/AAAAAAACAww/Xz56Dcr1Tx4NmptsHiZt8-VD2f7-NxzegCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B80%2B-%2Bcross%2Bher%2Bhandwith%2Bsilver%2Band%2Bshe%2527ll%2Bshow%2Byou.jpg" width="326" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>And this woman, one of the beggars that ply their trade in front of almost any church is Spain (or much of Europe for that matter), is more than happy to point the anomaly out, for a few pieces of silver.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>If you look very carefully among the maze of figures...an astronaut! seemingly entangled in vines. A miracle? Evidence of aliens from another planet? Or a prank?&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzp1TRoOSnM/Xi2uH7iyBeI/AAAAAAACAw4/aW86oTZosXUObWSkevSjIh6kZjKoD-lYACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B81a%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthem%2Bis%2Ban%2Bastronaut.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="450" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzp1TRoOSnM/Xi2uH7iyBeI/AAAAAAACAw4/aW86oTZosXUObWSkevSjIh6kZjKoD-lYACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B81a%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthem%2Bis%2Ban%2Bastronaut.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>In the 1990s the cathedral underwent considerable restoration. One of the craftsmen, very likely bored with the tedium of his work, decided to add a little "joke," difficult to see but evident among the rest of the intricate work. And so it is that the cathedral of Salamanca is home&nbsp;</span><span>to a spaceman!</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>The story goes that the good citizens of Salamanca hated the astronaut at first but that they simply shrug and say, "Why not? He is the closest person to God."</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Literally across the street from the cathedral is the university, though to find its main entrance you have to go up a few streets, turn left, and take another left via a parallel street until you dome upon it. It is worth the detour even if you don't intend to see the inside of the ancient school, for over its entrance are carvings at least as intricately worked as those on the cathedral.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGBjMYNvais/Xi2xk2SzUjI/AAAAAAACAxE/PzPULWwn6FgB7SCyloa9KgA6XImHy4GCACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B5%2Bthe%2Bfacade%2Bof%2Bthe%2Buniversity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="863" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGBjMYNvais/Xi2xk2SzUjI/AAAAAAACAxE/PzPULWwn6FgB7SCyloa9KgA6XImHy4GCACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B5%2Bthe%2Bfacade%2Bof%2Bthe%2Buniversity.jpg" width="344" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>A closer look shows an even more complex Plateresque facade than that on the cathedral:</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BdAh7GFeDUU/Xi2x8hVkfiI/AAAAAAACAxM/wND3Qj3j4tQryfaLyyKYv9aGojqCh2dTACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B7%2B-%2Buniv%2Bfacade%2Bclose-up.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1538" data-original-width="901" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BdAh7GFeDUU/Xi2x8hVkfiI/AAAAAAACAxM/wND3Qj3j4tQryfaLyyKYv9aGojqCh2dTACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B7%2B-%2Buniv%2Bfacade%2Bclose-up.jpg" width="374" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Across a tiny street from is a courtyard</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSYCObWo118/XjHMrUDEcpI/AAAAAAACAxo/26R1WmTYBqc9kWNEYu3ubh-A_l_OhG6kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B25%2Banother%2Blook%2Bat%2Bplaza%2Bopp%2Bentrance.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="1600" height="374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cSYCObWo118/XjHMrUDEcpI/AAAAAAACAxo/26R1WmTYBqc9kWNEYu3ubh-A_l_OhG6kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B25%2Banother%2Blook%2Bat%2Bplaza%2Bopp%2Bentrance.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The sculpture in the distance above and close up below is of Fray (Father) Luis de Leon, first a student of Canon Law beginning in 1541, later one of the school's most distinguished professors, awarded the prestigious Thomas Aquinas chair in theology in 1561. He was a poet and mystic as well. Two of his fellow professors betrayed him to the Inquisition and he was sent to Valladolid and imprisoned there in 1572. Pardoned and released in 1576, he returned to the university, where he famously began his first lecture with the words, "As we were saying yesterday..."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agwYbiXJEWg/XjHNBd_8j5I/AAAAAAACAxw/ddy7xZQq1u0r3Ok2oCnweBYgnGWMNq-YACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B26%2BLuis%2Bde%2BLeon%252C%2Bopp%2Bmain%2Bentranc%2Bto%2Buniv.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-agwYbiXJEWg/XjHNBd_8j5I/AAAAAAACAxw/ddy7xZQq1u0r3Ok2oCnweBYgnGWMNq-YACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B26%2BLuis%2Bde%2BLeon%252C%2Bopp%2Bmain%2Bentranc%2Bto%2Buniv.jpg" width="616" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This university is Spain's oldest, founded in 1218, and one of the oldest in Europe. While it has been eclipsed academically by others, parts of it at least are more than worth the&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUE3WOiFVhE/XjHV_KaQwxI/AAAAAAACAx8/0c0s4Pduw7YjjXfDj_9kF5XnZk7bF7qlgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B30%2Bth%2BUnamuno%2Blecture%2Btheatre_edited-1.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="1600" height="281" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUE3WOiFVhE/XjHV_KaQwxI/AAAAAAACAx8/0c0s4Pduw7YjjXfDj_9kF5XnZk7bF7qlgCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B30%2Bth%2BUnamuno%2Blecture%2Btheatre_edited-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Unamuno Lecture Hall</td></tr></tbody></table></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">modest entrance fee. There are lecture halls named for famous faculty, including one titled Luis de Leon. Another is named for a more recent luminary, Miguel de Unamuno, who was born in 1864, and who died in 1936 while placed under house arrest by Fascist dictator Francisco Franco. Between the two dates he was a prolific writer (essays, fiction, drama and poetry, all in the modernist mode. He was also appointed Rector of Salamanca University and served two terms, the first from 1900 to 1924, the second from 1930 to 1936. The six years in between terms he spent in exile, having been removed from the university by another Spanish dictator General Miguel Primo de Rivera. When he returned to the university, in his first lecture he echoed the words of Leon: "As we were saying yesterday..."</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The university chapel is impressive:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7b0dZ_YllP0/XjHYUbv8qyI/AAAAAAACAyE/2ZXzLoFYf4QCiorHq1Zx-dPGt-iTdpqkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B60%2Bthe%2Buniversity%2Bchapel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1033" data-original-width="885" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7b0dZ_YllP0/XjHYUbv8qyI/AAAAAAACAyE/2ZXzLoFYf4QCiorHq1Zx-dPGt-iTdpqkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B60%2Bthe%2Buniversity%2Bchapel.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And the old library is a beauty, though it can be seen only in its doorway, walls of glass holding back the tourists (rightly so). Looking to the right:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWeTfOW5HQc/XjHZhWf3dJI/AAAAAAACAyI/JP6PfcXVd-kBFan3lk4mpI5tSZo0munZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B64a%2BSalamanca%2Bu%2Blibrary%2B-%2Bthe%2Boldest%2Bin%2BSpain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1070" data-original-width="1600" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kWeTfOW5HQc/XjHZhWf3dJI/AAAAAAACAyI/JP6PfcXVd-kBFan3lk4mpI5tSZo0munZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B64a%2BSalamanca%2Bu%2Blibrary%2B-%2Bthe%2Boldest%2Bin%2BSpain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and to the left:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP_t_y9Po9s/XjHZqPJ9kUI/AAAAAAACAyM/EgYeAEPzCxkNrh_xIQm6s6FMvG6_tJTvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B64b%2BUniv%2Bold%2Blibrary%2Bother%2Bside.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="986" data-original-width="1600" height="394" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KP_t_y9Po9s/XjHZqPJ9kUI/AAAAAAACAyM/EgYeAEPzCxkNrh_xIQm6s6FMvG6_tJTvgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B64b%2BUniv%2Bold%2Blibrary%2Bother%2Bside.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Even if you don't pay tour the interior of the university, look for a hidden gem in one of its courtyards, the buildings for international students.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QW7LbM9RZMg/XjHb-JbsV7I/AAAAAAACAyk/g7RCE2kClGIluOcQrp_Kk7Uzt_pppXjEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B1%2Bsmall%2Bcloister%2Bin%2Buniv%2Bfor%2Bint%2527l%2Bstudents.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1169" data-original-width="1600" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QW7LbM9RZMg/XjHb-JbsV7I/AAAAAAACAyk/g7RCE2kClGIluOcQrp_Kk7Uzt_pppXjEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B1%2Bsmall%2Bcloister%2Bin%2Buniv%2Bfor%2Bint%2527l%2Bstudents.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In one corner is a room that holds the Cielo de Salamanca, (Sky of Salamanca, by the 15th century artist Fernando Gallego. Step in, and especially if it's a bright sunny day such as I had, wait a few minutes for your eyes to become accustomed, then look straight ahead and see this:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVcrZ5OjyyI/XjHd5kP4ifI/AAAAAAACAyw/21VgiKyNUisDmouD-vXpg1Rhd9zi1z4ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B4%2BSky%2Bof%2BSalamanca%2B%2B15th%2Bc%2BF%2BGallego%2B-%2Bnight%2Bsky%2Bwith%2Bconstells%2Band%2Bmythical%2Bfigs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="1600" height="372" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVcrZ5OjyyI/XjHd5kP4ifI/AAAAAAACAyw/21VgiKyNUisDmouD-vXpg1Rhd9zi1z4ZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B4%2BSky%2Bof%2BSalamanca%2B%2B15th%2Bc%2BF%2BGallego%2B-%2Bnight%2Bsky%2Bwith%2Bconstells%2Band%2Bmythical%2Bfigs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>constellations, stars and figures of the zodiac. It once graced the ceiling of the old library, but was restored in the 1950s and moved to this little nook. Don't miss it!</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>In another courtyard is a sequoia from the Americas, representing a long-lasting dedication to learning.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nESst9Spxro/XjHgfL-tsxI/AAAAAAACAy8/qZc8zRjGvMEwbjXpp95NFUrMpC9oIxYogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B69%2BAmericsn%2Bsequoia%2B-%2Blong%2Blasting%2Bdedication%2Bto%2Blearning%2B-%2Band%2Bthe%2Bbells%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1385" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nESst9Spxro/XjHgfL-tsxI/AAAAAAACAy8/qZc8zRjGvMEwbjXpp95NFUrMpC9oIxYogCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B69%2BAmericsn%2Bsequoia%2B-%2Blong%2Blasting%2Bdedication%2Bto%2Blearning%2B-%2Band%2Bthe%2Bbells%2B2.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>I had a lovely time at the university, after which I walked towards the Plaza Mayor, looking forward to lunch! Along the way I passed another sight or two, relating to Salamanca as a stop on the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. One way to identify a city that welcomes those on the pilgrimage is a scallop shell.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>A statue of Francisco Salinas, a blind musicologist who taught at the university in the 16th century, is fronted by a square that features three or possibly four very large shells, though you'll have to trust me on the shells, as I seem to have lost the photo that includes them:</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIouSOkwvcc/XjHlI6oq1dI/AAAAAAACAzM/BUiJctpWfJcp2_HScBLTKVHnHvu6hLorQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B92%2BFrancisco%2BSalinas%2Bblind%2Bmusicologist%2Btaught%2Bat%2BU%2BSalamanca%2Bin%2B16th%2Bc.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1233" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIouSOkwvcc/XjHlI6oq1dI/AAAAAAACAzM/BUiJctpWfJcp2_HScBLTKVHnHvu6hLorQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B92%2BFrancisco%2BSalinas%2Bblind%2Bmusicologist%2Btaught%2Bat%2BU%2BSalamanca%2Bin%2B16th%2Bc.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And a large late 15th century - early 16th century house not far away is called the Casa de las Conchas, named for the 300 shells on its facade.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB-uQ8elgBM/XjHluNrUVGI/AAAAAAACAzU/WR_Vw8EwNAQI-7u-m0yF00bdsExsMPniACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B92a%2BLa%2BCasa%2Bde%2Blal%2BConchas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QB-uQ8elgBM/XjHluNrUVGI/AAAAAAACAzU/WR_Vw8EwNAQI-7u-m0yF00bdsExsMPniACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B92a%2BLa%2BCasa%2Bde%2Blal%2BConchas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">As I moved closer to the Plaza Mayor another statue caught my eye</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dN8yGHULhjY/XjNLhBEkFtI/AAAAAAACAzs/B9mk81vqwwUEBp-mrpe6ZCT8ZEuEqzUnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B100%2BRemigio%2BGonzalez%2BMartin%252C%2Bpoet%2Bwho%2Bsold%2Bhis%2Bwork%2Bhere.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dN8yGHULhjY/XjNLhBEkFtI/AAAAAAACAzs/B9mk81vqwwUEBp-mrpe6ZCT8ZEuEqzUnQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B100%2BRemigio%2BGonzalez%2BMartin%252C%2Bpoet%2Bwho%2Bsold%2Bhis%2Bwork%2Bhere.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">of Remigio Gonzalez Martin, a 20th century poet known by the pen name Adares, here in the Plaza del Corillo where he edited and sold his books. A pleasant encounter!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">I continued my walk in search of lunch, and on the main shopping and eating street in the old town, very close to the Plaza Mayor, I found my eatery!&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ocrNcRRrvTA/XjNNKUg9JnI/AAAAAAACAz0/9doJRcvW7zU0y4RzaYLgU7IjTvJoYIddwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B120%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Blunch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1449" data-original-width="1400" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ocrNcRRrvTA/XjNNKUg9JnI/AAAAAAACAz0/9doJRcvW7zU0y4RzaYLgU7IjTvJoYIddwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B120%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Blunch.jpg" width="618" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Called the Meson de Conchas, its outdoor menu tempted me, as it was varied and very reasonable. Included in the 15 Euros not just the three courses of food, but a generous glass of wine (or beer or sangria) and a water thrown in.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WjfxzwRO9yU/XjNPGTC9LjI/AAAAAAACA0Q/zR9hkP7z4k0F-tzdukXgWWuq35RRaD83ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B121%2Bmenu%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bday%2Bfor%2Bmy%2Blunch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1305" data-original-width="1600" height="522" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WjfxzwRO9yU/XjNPGTC9LjI/AAAAAAACA0Q/zR9hkP7z4k0F-tzdukXgWWuq35RRaD83ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B121%2Bmenu%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bday%2Bfor%2Bmy%2Blunch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">so I sat down, as usual one of the first to do so, but within its opening hours. There was one couple already there, so I didn't feel too terribly conspicuous, and as I ate and drank more and more customers arrived. And the food was very tasty indeed. an asparagus salad to start (5th from the bottom of the Primeros Platos),&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6I_AoYiGdE/XjNNoNB-qYI/AAAAAAACAz8/AfAFgpRg7VcBjV0vuJX1H2HRhU49P7k7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B121%2Bgreat%2Btime%2Bof%2Byear%2Bfor%2Bwhite%2Bssparagus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6I_AoYiGdE/XjNNoNB-qYI/AAAAAAACAz8/AfAFgpRg7VcBjV0vuJX1H2HRhU49P7k7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B121%2Bgreat%2Btime%2Bof%2Byear%2Bfor%2Bwhite%2Bssparagus.jpg" width="337" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">then perhaps the best salmon I had during the entire trip (last entry under Segundos). As happened more than once on this trip, the two courses stuffed me to the point that I had no room for dessert. Still, a very good deal for very good food.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCG1oC9e6_Q/XjNNwhQgQLI/AAAAAAACA0A/X3NxjYrNVRcSs5eSm5tOsob12l8_NlgCgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B122%2Bthis%2Bsalmon%2Bwas%2Bdelicious.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1385" data-original-width="1500" height="590" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCG1oC9e6_Q/XjNNwhQgQLI/AAAAAAACA0A/X3NxjYrNVRcSs5eSm5tOsob12l8_NlgCgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B122%2Bthis%2Bsalmon%2Bwas%2Bdelicious.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Then I walked off lunch, in no rush, spending much of the rest of the afternoon just looking around. One sight impossible to miss is the cathedral...well, small parts of it. Some of the university is literally in its shadow,&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUkkRRpzigs/XjNWUDXJY_I/AAAAAAACA0c/cQSKvb5iZaAPGDnbG-_0e-XhU5UF9k7TACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2B-%2B15th%2Bc%2Bcloister%2Bat%2Buniv%252C%2Bwith%2Bcathedral.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="1250" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NUkkRRpzigs/XjNWUDXJY_I/AAAAAAACA0c/cQSKvb5iZaAPGDnbG-_0e-XhU5UF9k7TACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2B-%2B15th%2Bc%2Bcloister%2Bat%2Buniv%252C%2Bwith%2Bcathedral.jpg" width="614" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">and occasionally I'd look up there it was - part of it. A beautiful building and a great pleasure from almost any angle.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y93O0hK-ThU/XjNWfd5P8uI/AAAAAAACA0g/VUUR3DT6uJkLbXShU-3RC7bg14KJqAVLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B123%2Bwhen%2Byou%2Blook%2Bup%2Byou%2527ll%2Boften%2Bfind%2Ba%2Bpiece%2Bof%2Bcathedral.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y93O0hK-ThU/XjNWfd5P8uI/AAAAAAACA0g/VUUR3DT6uJkLbXShU-3RC7bg14KJqAVLwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B123%2Bwhen%2Byou%2Blook%2Bup%2Byou%2527ll%2Boften%2Bfind%2Ba%2Bpiece%2Bof%2Bcathedral.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">And having walked almost too long, almost too far, I decided it was time to return to my strange little hotel room, thus ending my second day.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">On my last day in Salamanca I re-visited briefly the area around the university, and also the Plaza Mayor, then headed not too far afield to what I take to be the second largest church in the city, San Esteban, full title Convento de San Esteban. This Dominican monastery was begun in the 16th century. but it was a long time in finishing, which explain the partly Gothic, partly Baroque architecture. The Dominicans arrived in Salamanca in the early 13th century, but their original monastery was demolished. It was in the earlier monastery that Christopher Columbus stayed as he debated the local geographers about his idea of sailing west to reach the Indies.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q_X0wpuWug/XjRW70HzPYI/AAAAAAACA00/uX2JweGumCI9fZGzALEpdO8Psz7nbhQ_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B9%2Bhigh%2Baltar%2Bfrom%2Bon%2Bhigh.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1270" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6q_X0wpuWug/XjRW70HzPYI/AAAAAAACA00/uX2JweGumCI9fZGzALEpdO8Psz7nbhQ_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B9%2Bhigh%2Baltar%2Bfrom%2Bon%2Bhigh.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">It was almost impossible for me to get a good photo of the exterior, but the interior was more accessible. The beautiful main altar above features a reredos (screen or other decoration behind the altar) was designed byJose de Churriguera. It is best viewed in my opinion from the choir.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">The choir is located on the upper level and is very large, dominated by this fresco by Antonio Palomino, on the subject "The Triumph of the Church." Clearly a work of the counter-reformation.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w1zuJ_1q_Y/XjRavTt3xSI/AAAAAAACA1A/M0umJtQrZKAeeVLq2VeUl4Tf93qT0Qq5ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B15%2BSt%2BEsteban%2Bfresco%2Bon%2Bwall%2Bof%2Bchoir%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1127" data-original-width="1524" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w1zuJ_1q_Y/XjRavTt3xSI/AAAAAAACA1A/M0umJtQrZKAeeVLq2VeUl4Tf93qT0Qq5ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B15%2BSt%2BEsteban%2Bfresco%2Bon%2Bwall%2Bof%2Bchoir%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Having had my fill of the interior I strolled the main cloister, known as the Cloister of Kings.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-TLe6b9zL0/XjRb0-Q9S6I/AAAAAAACA1I/oAd1hRRidQgZyQEETE5Iam4Q9ae9M45DwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B16%2BSan%2BEsteban%2Bcloister%2Bwith%2Bstork.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1178" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-TLe6b9zL0/XjRb0-Q9S6I/AAAAAAACA1I/oAd1hRRidQgZyQEETE5Iam4Q9ae9M45DwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B16%2BSan%2BEsteban%2Bcloister%2Bwith%2Bstork.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">The Cloister itself is a beauty, but what most caught my attention is the double arch at its upper right. A closer look reveals a huge bird's nest - it it is occupied!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-qymgN4TbQ/XjRlmqyLz3I/AAAAAAACA10/wop5dNK_ey4Wyj56rcqDsN4xRcvnks8dgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B20%2Bbird%2Bon%2Bnest_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="680" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-qymgN4TbQ/XjRlmqyLz3I/AAAAAAACA10/wop5dNK_ey4Wyj56rcqDsN4xRcvnks8dgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B20%2Bbird%2Bon%2Bnest_edited-1.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Viewed even closer, the inhabitant is a stork! They seem to be fond of Salamanca, and nests, which I understand can weigh as much as 650 pounds (!) can be found throughout the city. For their part the citizens view the storks with pride, and as good luck symbols for the city.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fk9gV4tEsZs/XjRd4riYdBI/AAAAAAACA1g/wzXfEZnDQvsqnq9UnrPE6Hcx7HY6nXcPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B19%2Bstork%2Batop%2BSt%2BEsteban%2B-%2Bthey%2Blike%2BS%2Band%2BS%2Bthinks%2Bthey%2527re%2Bgood%2Bluck.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1411" data-original-width="1230" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fk9gV4tEsZs/XjRd4riYdBI/AAAAAAACA1g/wzXfEZnDQvsqnq9UnrPE6Hcx7HY6nXcPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B-%2B19%2Bstork%2Batop%2BSt%2BEsteban%2B-%2Bthey%2Blike%2BS%2Band%2BS%2Bthinks%2Bthey%2527re%2Bgood%2Bluck.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">The city of Salamanca does not have an overabundance of museums, but I saved for last one that I really wanted to see.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Located part of the way up the hill I climbed each day to get to the old town, it is a modernist mansion (late 1800s) named the Casa Lis for its original owner, but which, after a ragged history for the better part of a century, was saved by the city in 1981, and turned into the Museo Art Nouveau and Art Deco. Below is the eye-popping central hall. No photos allowed, strictly enforced, so this is the placemat I bought to remember it by, now a small poster in my humble abode.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMPxA8jrIEs/XjRxW707S6I/AAAAAAACA2A/cv-7qsQ5W80YmVUo__r7iRjMkzwforAewCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B30%2B-%2BMuseo%2BSalamanca%2Bday%2Bart%2Bnouveau%2Band%2BDeco.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1166" data-original-width="1600" height="465" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMPxA8jrIEs/XjRxW707S6I/AAAAAAACA2A/cv-7qsQ5W80YmVUo__r7iRjMkzwforAewCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B30%2B-%2BMuseo%2BSalamanca%2Bday%2Bart%2Bnouveau%2Band%2BDeco.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">It's a small-ish, eclectic collection and a very pleasant diversion. The hour or so I spent there was an artistic delight.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNoBpYlD-lI/XjRy_n_Hi7I/AAAAAAACA2M/98wW0-jzeGg5uHWR-YjcFtS5NrQB9TiMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B50%2B-%2Bint%252C%2Bart%2Bnouveau%2Bmuseum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1162" data-original-width="1600" height="464" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNoBpYlD-lI/XjRy_n_Hi7I/AAAAAAACA2M/98wW0-jzeGg5uHWR-YjcFtS5NrQB9TiMgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B50%2B-%2Bint%252C%2Bart%2Bnouveau%2Bmuseum.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">I cheated slightly when I saw no guards around, turning my back on the museum proper and snapping this pic of the window decor, and the city beyond. The bar, for your info, is just out of sight on the right.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">It was at that moment that I realized what the building I had looked up and wondered at on my first day in Salamanca, shortly after I left my hotel room to explore the city. I left you in suspense when I remarked on it and put a photo of it here, some distance away. Below is a closer shot:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_aDy-jyyccw/XjR1BOoT7wI/AAAAAAACA2Y/EUeN9PdPukURYhMnmKi9MFuvViFWEfz3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B51%2B-%2BNouveau%2Bmus%2Bfrom%2Bstreet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="945" data-original-width="1600" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_aDy-jyyccw/XjR1BOoT7wI/AAAAAAACA2Y/EUeN9PdPukURYhMnmKi9MFuvViFWEfz3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Salamanca%2Bday%2B3%2B51%2B-%2BNouveau%2Bmus%2Bfrom%2Bstreet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">If you look at the center of this you will see the exterior of the interior shot just above it. The outer walls of the museum!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Just one more mission remained. I walked back towards Plaza Mayor for the last time, stopping at a place I had meant to enter earlier. I knew that I had had enough touring, and that I would almost certainly not leave my hotel room until my departure the following morning, so I bought this:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iUuO1yYIP4/XjR2CFLpp4I/AAAAAAACA2g/3faXssfIcTQ6Cu9RE1La_B4ufVrt9HbYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B99%2Bwho%2Bam%2Bi%2Bto%2Bdisagree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="971" data-original-width="1600" height="194" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1iUuO1yYIP4/XjR2CFLpp4I/AAAAAAACA2g/3faXssfIcTQ6Cu9RE1La_B4ufVrt9HbYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Salamanca%2Bday%2B2%2B-%2B99%2Bwho%2Bam%2Bi%2Bto%2Bdisagree.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">The world's best bocadillo! Who am I to disagree?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">It was a very short train ride from Salamanca to my next destination, Valladolid. I stayed there one night only, primarily because it offered a more convenient rail journey to Bilbao than had Salamanca. I also wanted to get a look at the place that was </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqeHzpwVFdA/Xjbc0qdlCiI/AAAAAAACA2w/ycvk-3lD7K8lSoSQHX30_9xJ8xt0hQ5YwCEwYBhgL/s1600/Valladolid%2B3%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Bwindow.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1291" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqeHzpwVFdA/Xjbc0qdlCiI/AAAAAAACA2w/ycvk-3lD7K8lSoSQHX30_9xJ8xt0hQ5YwCEwYBhgL/s400/Valladolid%2B3%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2Bwindow.jpg" width="308" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;">capital of Spain from 1601 to 1606, the city where Ferdinand and Isabella were married, where Columbus died and where Cervantes was briefly imprisoned by the Inquisition. Also, despite good intentions I had not as yet seen any processions for Holy Week. I arrived at the end of that week, Easter Sunday, and was finally able to witness a procession, actually several. In fact I was almost engulfed by them.</span><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">My hotel was a short walk from the train station, along a broad, modern avenue across from which was a large park. It also led directly to the heart of the city, the old town. In the photo above, a view from my window.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">At the end of the park was a large plaza with a lovely fountain, beyond which, in a former cavalry academy is now a museum - beautiful building,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ii-DTkcmU2k/XjbfUGarLoI/AAAAAAACA24/CHSRrrmhnAkK5wjS6ZCpjzC1i90PG00OQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B11%2B-%2BCavalry%2BAcademy%2B-%2Bnow%2Bmuseum%2B-%2Band%2Bftn.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1056" data-original-width="1600" height="422" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ii-DTkcmU2k/XjbfUGarLoI/AAAAAAACA24/CHSRrrmhnAkK5wjS6ZCpjzC1i90PG00OQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B11%2B-%2BCavalry%2BAcademy%2B-%2Bnow%2Bmuseum%2B-%2Band%2Bftn.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;">and a statue of José Zorilla, for whom the plaza is named, native of Valladolid and author of the play </span><i style="text-align: center;">Don Juan Tenorio</i><span style="text-align: center;">, the man who loved almost every woman he saw...for a time.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZIQ--udKPI/Xjbfmz8MI4I/AAAAAAACA3A/kVssOXZh2dEbBNbiSNZ6eZ_Ty7Spq5U6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B14-%2BZorrilla%2Bstatue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1186" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cZIQ--udKPI/Xjbfmz8MI4I/AAAAAAACA3A/kVssOXZh2dEbBNbiSNZ6eZ_Ty7Spq5U6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B14-%2BZorrilla%2Bstatue.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">From the plaza I easily found the way to the center:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQkf9GWXxnU/XjbgIiGfdgI/AAAAAAACA3I/fRroJ18uMo0DrkRYTvXx1FcSY35YMl8rQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B16%2B-%2Bheading%2Btoward%2BPM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1099" data-original-width="1011" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQkf9GWXxnU/XjbgIiGfdgI/AAAAAAACA3I/fRroJ18uMo0DrkRYTvXx1FcSY35YMl8rQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B16%2B-%2Bheading%2Btoward%2BPM.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">It seemed that many others were headed in the same direction. The wide entry you see above leads to a warren of tiny streets, which were packed with people and processions.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-mkAnLNjqQ/Xjbh337wN7I/AAAAAAACA3U/ugj0RwYOCiEL0Yc3neqgZSo0d7HQWf1ZACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B32%2B-%2Banother%2Bgroup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="1600" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-mkAnLNjqQ/Xjbh337wN7I/AAAAAAACA3U/ugj0RwYOCiEL0Yc3neqgZSo0d7HQWf1ZACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B32%2B-%2Banother%2Bgroup.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFrGz2Jonck/XjbiDHJZK2I/AAAAAAACA3Y/rl33nZ226tgXiodm2pika58b5ubkgHy4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B18%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bcofradia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1167" data-original-width="1472" height="506" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pFrGz2Jonck/XjbiDHJZK2I/AAAAAAACA3Y/rl33nZ226tgXiodm2pika58b5ubkgHy4QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B18%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bcofradia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-t7xDNBXfw/XjbiMDFrw7I/AAAAAAACA3g/qpkdTY57AWYSseqqaCbbYv8YrSMQ15kDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B20%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bfirst%2Bcofradias_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1600" height="558" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-t7xDNBXfw/XjbiMDFrw7I/AAAAAAACA3g/qpkdTY57AWYSseqqaCbbYv8YrSMQ15kDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B20%2B-%2Bone%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bfirst%2Bcofradias_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9HeH-3VUUM/XjbiXlmNBWI/AAAAAAACA3o/ymfgTxJ4dDEt_rTc26GBY9sSSNY32HNVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B40%2B-%2Bmourning%2Bwomen.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1059" data-original-width="1400" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9HeH-3VUUM/XjbiXlmNBWI/AAAAAAACA3o/ymfgTxJ4dDEt_rTc26GBY9sSSNY32HNVQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B40%2B-%2Bmourning%2Bwomen.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">The group above, women mourning maybe, I never quite understood, but I saw at least two more such groups.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">All processions seemed headed to Plaza Mayor,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBYdZ-5hNkY/XjbjNNitxHI/AAAAAAACA30/exjRFJQIPbI2F-1KWd10WTQYEZW7g20IwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B22%2B-%2BPlaza%2BMayor_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1006" data-original-width="1600" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBYdZ-5hNkY/XjbjNNitxHI/AAAAAAACA30/exjRFJQIPbI2F-1KWd10WTQYEZW7g20IwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B22%2B-%2BPlaza%2BMayor_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">where there was an open area in front of the city hall (center in the photo above) which seemed to be a reviewing stand. The statue you can just see at the far right of the photo is of the city's founder and first lord, Pedro Anzurez (1065-1117).&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYoIcBhVwCs/XjbjvHC1ySI/AAAAAAACA4A/R80I5FEXz8klx298dKAOUs_nefFWo2oegCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B34%2B-space%2Bheld%2Bfor%2Bcofradias%2Bin%2BPM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1600" height="376" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pYoIcBhVwCs/XjbjvHC1ySI/AAAAAAACA4A/R80I5FEXz8klx298dKAOUs_nefFWo2oegCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B34%2B-space%2Bheld%2Bfor%2Bcofradias%2Bin%2BPM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">He was a soldier and a prolific builder in and around Valladolid, though his frontier district included Toledo and Madrid.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NJFuHi68ag/XjblUpmQTnI/AAAAAAACA4M/wlgVlI1RaK878m1Pl1c46fNP3GVJZQSIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B24%2BTown%2BHall%2Band%2Bstatue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1077" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_NJFuHi68ag/XjblUpmQTnI/AAAAAAACA4M/wlgVlI1RaK878m1Pl1c46fNP3GVJZQSIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B24%2BTown%2BHall%2Band%2Bstatue.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">All the processions were solemn and slow-moving, some simply with drums, some with brass instruments, all having an identifying flag and crucifix.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;">The going was so slow and increasingly crowded that I searched the Plaza for places to eat - several, but all were packed, So I left the square and set out in serious search of food. All I found were restaurants with no tables to spare, crowds, and several more processions. The most notable one was the only group that I saw that used a wagon to hoist aloft&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: center;">a statue of Christ the Redeemer, m</span><span style="text-align: center;">uch like pageant wagons that dated back to Medieval Spain and Europe. In those old days short plays were presented on the so-called pageant wagons, either one after another in a town square or at several designated stops along the route of the procession.&nbsp;</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPqEWIkLH9M/XjbnyNLn7uI/AAAAAAACA4Y/-NmRKcbnM7Yu0j6I-gE8niKEbbvUErfcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B55%2B-%2Brisen%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="946" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPqEWIkLH9M/XjbnyNLn7uI/AAAAAAACA4Y/-NmRKcbnM7Yu0j6I-gE8niKEbbvUErfcACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B55%2B-%2Brisen%2Bagain.jpg" width="378" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">I really enjoyed seeing all of the parades, the one below obviously keeping it in the family.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZg5yIK8oNU/XjbpL5BS2EI/AAAAAAACA4k/87LkOX6iiCQQTWh68BlvLV1slf02bEoUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B44%2B-%2Bkeeoing%2Bit%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfamily.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="1600" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZg5yIK8oNU/XjbpL5BS2EI/AAAAAAACA4k/87LkOX6iiCQQTWh68BlvLV1slf02bEoUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B44%2B-%2Bkeeoing%2Bit%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bfamily.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2C-MV3ugMyA/Xjbp3VmR8sI/AAAAAAACA4s/YO2z_Rs2R2kSr5Ci6DvDTPPiQL1T34tMACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B51%2B-%2Bwhat%2527s%2Bhe%2Blooking%2Bat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="1600" height="442" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2C-MV3ugMyA/Xjbp3VmR8sI/AAAAAAACA4s/YO2z_Rs2R2kSr5Ci6DvDTPPiQL1T34tMACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B51%2B-%2Bwhat%2527s%2Bhe%2Blooking%2Bat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; text-align: center;">The one just above contained the seeds of a drama. While this group was paused, a señora passed and the fellow with the big red flag seems to be checking her out. But the woman with the sceptre to his right looks like she caught him ogling!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Even with all of this adventure I became very tired and also hungry. Seeing that I'd have no chance to get a table anywhere near the center, I headed back to the neighborhood of my hotel, where I had seen several eateries. Unfortunately none of these was open yet. I had once again experienced a brief encounter with the late Spanish lunch. However, across the street at the edge of the park I found a place.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BQmu8F-YQw/XjcgxUJLP5I/AAAAAAACA44/81w-omeDppsxpETGdoyumBAMeqbfQ6T6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B64%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="1600" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2BQmu8F-YQw/XjcgxUJLP5I/AAAAAAACA44/81w-omeDppsxpETGdoyumBAMeqbfQ6T6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B64%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxoGYz199EM/Xjcg8GQM1aI/AAAAAAACA48/cXYc1-WpDiopMOBW_hkKT10Tfn-mBxfhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B64a%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1196" data-original-width="1600" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxoGYz199EM/Xjcg8GQM1aI/AAAAAAACA48/cXYc1-WpDiopMOBW_hkKT10Tfn-mBxfhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B64a%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: center;">There was only one young couple seated, already eating, in the large rather pretty dining room (above), but a</span><span style="text-align: center;">lmost every table in the place was reserved.</span><span style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Easter Sunday, right?&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: center;">However one small table in a corner was available and of course I accepted it.&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: center;">I was lucky in my timing, as I was able to order before the expected crowd entered. Enter it did, large families, each with probably ten people at least, sat at long tables. I ordered a simple Caesar salad&nbsp; with chicken and a glass of tasty wine and was glad to make my escape from all the celebratory diners, from kids to geriatrics.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">I decided against trying to look around the old town again, as I was certain it was still quite crowded. Sorry to have missed it, but I strolled along the park and came upon Campo Grande, a very pretty park within a park. Pretty trees,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p63_-hyWfIY/Xjcki_KxUzI/AAAAAAACA5I/1hFZLtWnokEkGjemEbfvGpqGYwtF-kPeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B66%2B-%2BCampo%2BGrande.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1076" data-original-width="1600" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p63_-hyWfIY/Xjcki_KxUzI/AAAAAAACA5I/1hFZLtWnokEkGjemEbfvGpqGYwtF-kPeQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B66%2B-%2BCampo%2BGrande.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">A modest but pleasant fountain,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5J1wpkPkc3k/XjckxSMexUI/AAAAAAACA5M/A1VSceYYj787PX3eDdFbUCHLA-nfmhyNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B75%2B-%2Bfountain%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpark%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="872" data-original-width="1600" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5J1wpkPkc3k/XjckxSMexUI/AAAAAAACA5M/A1VSceYYj787PX3eDdFbUCHLA-nfmhyNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B75%2B-%2Bfountain%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bpark%2Bnext%2Bto%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">and peacocks! I saw in a small triangular garden one walking, while several others were lying at rest. If you look close you can see them, most resting.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMD0krLOii4/Xjclh4Q33JI/AAAAAAACA5Y/dHaJNB1Sek8NJ6HaMz4YS02iU1pFPxx_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B68%2B-%2Band%2Bthen%2Bmore%2521.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMD0krLOii4/Xjclh4Q33JI/AAAAAAACA5Y/dHaJNB1Sek8NJ6HaMz4YS02iU1pFPxx_wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B68%2B-%2Band%2Bthen%2Bmore%2521.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">One or two were more than willing to show off</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Naa4sEVZlFA/Xjcl61c2uhI/AAAAAAACA5k/BXzbxkMSiWo55sK74lDd2m_CmH1W0f9IwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B67%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bsighting.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="1600" height="446" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Naa4sEVZlFA/Xjcl61c2uhI/AAAAAAACA5k/BXzbxkMSiWo55sK74lDd2m_CmH1W0f9IwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B67%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bsighting.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">There was even one high up in a tree!&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewajxTOh8ns/XjcmQo_WEfI/AAAAAAACA5s/Z-DIirgf_wgMqlOvV_RzT7933qq1qNx8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B70%2Bpeacock%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg-%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1377" data-original-width="677" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ewajxTOh8ns/XjcmQo_WEfI/AAAAAAACA5s/Z-DIirgf_wgMqlOvV_RzT7933qq1qNx8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B70%2Bpeacock%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg-%2B.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">It was an odd way to end my very short visit to Valladolid, but a pleasant surprise as well.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SXSrLWuBCI/Xjcm2_mCY-I/AAAAAAACA50/u5LI-cFYCyQ5TkhUFVDtKU5LuuWX9pODQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Valladolid%2B73%2B-%2Bpeacock%2Bpower_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="993" data-original-width="1600" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0SXSrLWuBCI/Xjcm2_mCY-I/AAAAAAACA50/u5LI-cFYCyQ5TkhUFVDtKU5LuuWX9pODQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Valladolid%2B73%2B-%2Bpeacock%2Bpower_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; text-align: center;">Next morning I trained out to Basque country in general, Bilbao in particular, which turned out to be a real highlight of the trip. More on that in the next post.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 24px; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-19408061741741488182021-03-09T12:57:00.005-05:002021-03-10T11:34:31.556-05:00Bloggo Iberico: Spring in Northern Spain 2019 3 - First two days in Bilbao<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ycUdluW4/XooLC6TpziI/AAAAAAACBBQ/_P1C3p9MARcqVPXygTVmKGRnP3u0ngrDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B3%2B-%2Bas%2Bgood%2Ba%2Bbarrier%2Bas%2Bany%252C%2Bcloser.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="976" data-original-width="1200" height="520" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_5ycUdluW4/XooLC6TpziI/AAAAAAACBBQ/_P1C3p9MARcqVPXygTVmKGRnP3u0ngrDwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B3%2B-%2Bas%2Bgood%2Ba%2Bbarrier%2Bas%2Bany%252C%2Bcloser.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I love Bilbao!&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">In fact I loved it from the moment I stepped off the train. Wonderful stained glass above the exit:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYP9JLPlnYM/Xm--j3ld6TI/AAAAAAACA-E/_hP4nwHiJhU_YGncQWWIBtQK0MSj76VDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B1%2B-%2BI%2Bliked%2Bit%2Beven%2Bbefore%2BI%2Bleft%2Bthe%2Brail%2Bstation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1034" data-original-width="1600" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYP9JLPlnYM/Xm--j3ld6TI/AAAAAAACA-E/_hP4nwHiJhU_YGncQWWIBtQK0MSj76VDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B1%2B-%2BI%2Bliked%2Bit%2Beven%2Bbefore%2BI%2Bleft%2Bthe%2Brail%2Bstation.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Truth to tell, I've loved it for a long time, in my mind's eye. My experience with Bilbao began many years ago, when I first heard the song "That Old Bilbao Moon," performed by I think Andy Williams?&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">At the time I didn't even know that Bilbao was in Spain!&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Flash forward until the mid-1980s, when I saw <i>Happy End.</i>&nbsp;The musical was written by Bertolt&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Brecht with music by Kurt Weill as a sequel to their great <i>Threepenny Opera</i>. The sequel alas was a flop in Berlin, and is not frequently performed, but the</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;brilliant production at Arena Stage in Washington DC, made the very best of it. Flash further forward to the day I came across a photo of the Guggenheim Bilbao in an article. Wow! Finally, after another leap forward in time, memories of the song and a desire to see the museum combined with other desires to prod me into action:Three weeks in northern Spain in 2018.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Five days in that journey were spent in Bilbao - among the happiest days of an excellent trip.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I had booked a hotel across the river and only a few blocks from the Guggenheim. Immediately after I checked in and was given directions from the excellent staff, I crossed a wonderful pedestrian bridge, known as the Calatrava for its designer or the Zubizuri for...? who cares? It's a great name!)&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bf-Zc16s_iE/Xm-8-Hk1BEI/AAAAAAACA9w/bX1RQoufehk4HY7djgTz5ilh15phjKZBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B14%2BCalatrava%2BBridge%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="816" data-original-width="1410" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bf-Zc16s_iE/Xm-8-Hk1BEI/AAAAAAACA9w/bX1RQoufehk4HY7djgTz5ilh15phjKZBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B14%2BCalatrava%2BBridge%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">and in less than ten minutes I arrived at the Guggenheim.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3WVuOhXKys/Xm-9VQ3sI_I/AAAAAAACA94/R_jXfXGNEw8UJjNVEJL0IBf3iQ8FwGeFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B10%2B-%2Bthe%2BBilbao%2BGuggenheim.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="1600" height="418" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O3WVuOhXKys/Xm-9VQ3sI_I/AAAAAAACA94/R_jXfXGNEw8UJjNVEJL0IBf3iQ8FwGeFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B10%2B-%2Bthe%2BBilbao%2BGuggenheim.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">WOW!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I saved my visit inside for the following day, content for now to bask in the beauty of its exterior,</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;extravagant itself and surrounded by statues such as this one,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMxsyJ40akc/Xm_BEHvq2XI/AAAAAAACA-Q/0qWAe2v7S0Ui1HbMnmzM5qa4ZreqVF00gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B11%2B-%2Bcome%2Binto%2Bmy%2Bparlor%2Bsaid%2Bthe%2Bspider%2Bto%2Bthe%2Btourists.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1555" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMxsyJ40akc/Xm_BEHvq2XI/AAAAAAACA-Q/0qWAe2v7S0Ui1HbMnmzM5qa4ZreqVF00gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B11%2B-%2Bcome%2Binto%2Bmy%2Bparlor%2Bsaid%2Bthe%2Bspider%2Bto%2Bthe%2Btourists.jpg" width="620" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">which I dubbed as "Come into my Parlor, said the Spider to the Tourists." The sculptor is Louise Bourgeois, the work is Spider, one of a series, this particular spider named Maman (Mom or Mamma).&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Several public sculptures can be found on the grounds outside the museum, two of them by Jeff Koons. This one, Tulips, was new to me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcuBsXrmxOM/XooONn01vII/AAAAAAACBBc/5LrkwM82oqcL1W9YTry_Gr9oPz7HtPPGACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B48%2B-%2BTulips%2Bby%2BJeff%2BKoons.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1046" data-original-width="1469" height="283" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zcuBsXrmxOM/XooONn01vII/AAAAAAACBBc/5LrkwM82oqcL1W9YTry_Gr9oPz7HtPPGACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B48%2B-%2BTulips%2Bby%2BJeff%2BKoons.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">the other, near the museum cafe, is among his most famous: Puppy</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOXDqleugBI/XooOagzwjbI/AAAAAAACBBg/l_as2BFfsVwwvYVW2UizNim5LfraAwgmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2BJeff%2BKoons%2BPUPPY.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1138" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jOXDqleugBI/XooOagzwjbI/AAAAAAACBBg/l_as2BFfsVwwvYVW2UizNim5LfraAwgmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2BJeff%2BKoons%2BPUPPY.jpg" width="562" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Another sculpture sits on a pedestal in the pool that runs along the museum. Called Tall Tree and the Eye, it was created by Anish Kapoor</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72TQkfOL_hM/XqB1nHQ-gmI/AAAAAAACBD4/nfykUlicj_c7KP1PNAnE7wkvK8iSSCvbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B52%2B-%2BTall%2BTree%2Band%2Bthe%2BEye%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1208" data-original-width="1138" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72TQkfOL_hM/XqB1nHQ-gmI/AAAAAAACBD4/nfykUlicj_c7KP1PNAnE7wkvK8iSSCvbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B52%2B-%2BTall%2BTree%2Band%2Bthe%2BEye%2Bagain.jpg" width="601" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I'm not sure why it is so titled, but I do see an abstract tree and eyes...do you? And does it even matter?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgEgSMEbD80/XotnYlFqKwI/AAAAAAACBCY/tUh5HMzgk7kEF_-RlXypJ1AC9SUfzGdgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B6%2BLa%2BSalve%2BBridge%2Band%2BBilboat.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgEgSMEbD80/XotnYlFqKwI/AAAAAAACBCY/tUh5HMzgk7kEF_-RlXypJ1AC9SUfzGdgQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B6%2BLa%2BSalve%2BBridge%2Band%2BBilboat.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The river very near the Guggenheim, with La Salve Bridge and one of the cute and cleverly named Bilboats that offer frequent tours along the Nervion</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">After my stroll around the Guggenheim I was not quite ready to go back to my hotel, so I headed along the river in the opposite direction, towards the old town.&nbsp;</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-l9fA776gs/XqB2PH9Yf0I/AAAAAAACBEA/WUzwBV8McJcRBc0Nu4eoCTk3pj3OJhpYACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B16%2B-%2Briver%2Bhall%2Bsculpture.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1058" data-original-width="1600" height="422" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-l9fA776gs/XqB2PH9Yf0I/AAAAAAACBEA/WUzwBV8McJcRBc0Nu4eoCTk3pj3OJhpYACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B16%2B-%2Briver%2Bhall%2Bsculpture.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cool public sculpture, the river, and at right, City Hall</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">The river, named the Nervion, is one of those that seems really vital to the city. Many important buildings are located on or just off it, including a great market, its football (as in soccer) stadium, and of course the Guggenheim. City Hall is just across the street from it, near a pretty and large city <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FfF7rQgpO24/XotlEbJqtqI/AAAAAAACBCE/jWnJ3VohIq4_cBio0P_dLJLqBe9rFJOiQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B31%2B-%2Bwelcoming%2Bcluster%2Bof%2Btrees%2Bnear%2Briver.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="892" data-original-width="1600" height="222" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FfF7rQgpO24/XotlEbJqtqI/AAAAAAACBCE/jWnJ3VohIq4_cBio0P_dLJLqBe9rFJOiQCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B31%2B-%2Bwelcoming%2Bcluster%2Bof%2Btrees%2Bnear%2Briver.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The park along the river</td></tr></tbody></table>park, the main rail station looks down over it, and the local rail station too sits nearly on top of it. The Nervion empties into the lovely Bay of Biscay several miles above the city proper. I never tired of walking along it.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7wn6UpjLLQ/XotlnkH4mBI/AAAAAAACBCM/rjw5V-nN57ohVoIRt5IWqNLa1fl4zoOHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B29%2B-%2Ba%2Bvery%2Bpleasant%2Bband-shell%2Bor%2Bamphitheatre.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1600" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7wn6UpjLLQ/XotlnkH4mBI/AAAAAAACBCM/rjw5V-nN57ohVoIRt5IWqNLa1fl4zoOHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B29%2B-%2Ba%2Bvery%2Bpleasant%2Bband-shell%2Bor%2Bamphitheatre.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And in the park pictured above, a pretty band shell/amphitheatre</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I found the old town and at first sight it didn't thrill me. I ate chicken outdoors at what looked like a dive, but which served very good food.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0TAMFHKUYM/XotoJPgWSyI/AAAAAAACBCg/usR03NATbIwejBu3RIhQrmDNfWYJTBOqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B20%2B-%2Bmy%2Bmodest%2Blunch%2Bplace%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1248" data-original-width="1600" height="498" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E0TAMFHKUYM/XotoJPgWSyI/AAAAAAACBCg/usR03NATbIwejBu3RIhQrmDNfWYJTBOqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B20%2B-%2Bmy%2Bmodest%2Blunch%2Bplace%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cafe Brasil, in the old town, where I ate well</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">The cathedral, in the center of the old town, was less than I'd expected (never saw the interior, as there was a 5 Euro entrance fee)</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfCzyBKO7n8/XotoyaERuSI/AAAAAAACBCs/bJoBHTawyUMbDpYuWLi-lmmmwupiX_N5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B21%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Bprobably.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1168" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfCzyBKO7n8/XotoyaERuSI/AAAAAAACBCs/bJoBHTawyUMbDpYuWLi-lmmmwupiX_N5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B21%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Bprobably.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">But the main old town square, Plaza Nueva, was my favorite old town spot, though it was marred from my point of view by white tents housing a special, temporary event. I'll return to it later in my Bilbao stay.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGez1ZkaaNs/XotpNeDoE0I/AAAAAAACBC0/UTKTi5t59EM8Z1nTCBoX4YvrjieKYdcvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B27%2B-%2Bthe%2Bvery%2Bpleasant%2BPlaza%2BNueva.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1298" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGez1ZkaaNs/XotpNeDoE0I/AAAAAAACBC0/UTKTi5t59EM8Z1nTCBoX4YvrjieKYdcvQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B27%2B-%2Bthe%2Bvery%2Bpleasant%2BPlaza%2BNueva.jpg" width="492" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Plaza Nueva</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">After that I made my way back to my hotel, once again along the central Nervion, and called it a day, though I did get a look at the approach to the Calatrava bridge, from the balcony of my room.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsfzuc9et_4/Xotrr0sQYXI/AAAAAAACBDA/96Z0jv6utrYxllRhmtlxj546rTHWaL3GgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B36%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bbalcony.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1121" data-original-width="1600" height="448" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsfzuc9et_4/Xotrr0sQYXI/AAAAAAACBDA/96Z0jv6utrYxllRhmtlxj546rTHWaL3GgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B1%2B36%2Bview%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bbalcony.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Next morning I made my way eagerly back to the Guggenheim, where I spent most of the morning.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Once upon a time, Bilbao was a thriving fishing town, but in more recent times its importance lessened, and the city declined in many ways. I'm not sure how Bilbao was chosen to be home to a Guggenheim, but when it happened, in 1996, the fantastic building designed by Frank Gehry in which the collections are housed, put Bilbao back on the map. Not the first time an artistic creation revived a city. There are many things to like about Bilbao, but this museum is world class and the world now comes to visit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">My experience there was amazing.&nbsp; The exterior you have seen above, but I'll offer one more view (probably more to come as well...) for your admiration. A closer look, at the central portion, near the entrance</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJWEeqgEm3Y/XqB40v17szI/AAAAAAACBEM/sTcsWIQVBMIObCytmsV0FIcHNpjPEOmvwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B33%2B-%2Bmay%2Bbe%2Bmy%2Bvery%2Bfavorite.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="1549" height="374" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LJWEeqgEm3Y/XqB40v17szI/AAAAAAACBEM/sTcsWIQVBMIObCytmsV0FIcHNpjPEOmvwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B33%2B-%2Bmay%2Bbe%2Bmy%2Bvery%2Bfavorite.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">The interior is equally as dramatic - what a use of space!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-WWiOUlQ0/XqB5l3SvF8I/AAAAAAACBEU/gh2O1JPs4rYQ7MueaCb2potFl_QNC9RpQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2Blooking%2Bup%2Bupon%2Bentering%2Bthe%2BG%2BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="1001" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-WWiOUlQ0/XqB5l3SvF8I/AAAAAAACBEU/gh2O1JPs4rYQ7MueaCb2potFl_QNC9RpQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2Blooking%2Bup%2Bupon%2Bentering%2Bthe%2BG%2BB.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">On entering my head seemed forced to look up...from the ground level, above, and from the second level, below.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG0apafLAU4/XqB6ESrV35I/AAAAAAACBEc/57oHITM-WZ4VpWYCaLkws4JlPONCQgMXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B33%2Bon%2Bsecond%2Blevel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oG0apafLAU4/XqB6ESrV35I/AAAAAAACBEc/57oHITM-WZ4VpWYCaLkws4JlPONCQgMXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B33%2Bon%2Bsecond%2Blevel.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">And from the third level:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fuz8ZUg9LDk/XqB7DlwY2UI/AAAAAAACBEs/FMYGwHef01sxaV0pbtvKWfLohh9BPe3CACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2BGB%2Bspace.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1480" data-original-width="1100" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fuz8ZUg9LDk/XqB7DlwY2UI/AAAAAAACBEs/FMYGwHef01sxaV0pbtvKWfLohh9BPe3CACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2BGB%2Bspace.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Near the top of the museum there was a terrace, from which the above structural elements shine with beauty.&nbsp;</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Looking down from level three:</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GVenmmbJbw/XqB72Arhr7I/AAAAAAACBE4/7wpvn62ZeHg5zZgB5NY9eRvwmv-Kv9FHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B41%2B-%2Blooking%2Bout%2Bfrom%2Blevel3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_GVenmmbJbw/XqB72Arhr7I/AAAAAAACBE4/7wpvn62ZeHg5zZgB5NY9eRvwmv-Kv9FHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B41%2B-%2Blooking%2Bout%2Bfrom%2Blevel3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">The ground level is devoted solely to a labyrinthine group of empty spaces by Richard Serra called collectively "The Matter of Time.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIpuqIOwxDw/XqB9DQBTfKI/AAAAAAACBFA/xltLEY-HXckZ57iA6TaBUSXeRxfJsBS0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2BThe%2BMatter%2Bof%2BTime%252C%2Bmind-bending%2BRichard%2BSerra%2Binstallation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="1600" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIpuqIOwxDw/XqB9DQBTfKI/AAAAAAACBFA/xltLEY-HXckZ57iA6TaBUSXeRxfJsBS0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2BThe%2BMatter%2Bof%2BTime%252C%2Bmind-bending%2BRichard%2BSerra%2Binstallation.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I wandered through several of them, took a photo from this one, below. I couldn't possibly explain what one was meant to understand from this strange set of structures, but I really enjoyed making my way through them&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UTMHeBGJBs/XqB9-9MAguI/AAAAAAACBFI/ULcr59st2iQJq8NeRO2IqRAQa-Mg_PFQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B-%2Binside%2Bone%2Bof%2BSerra%2527s%2Bspaces%252C%2Blooking%2Bup%2Bfrom%2Bit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UTMHeBGJBs/XqB9-9MAguI/AAAAAAACBFI/ULcr59st2iQJq8NeRO2IqRAQa-Mg_PFQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B-%2Binside%2Bone%2Bof%2BSerra%2527s%2Bspaces%252C%2Blooking%2Bup%2Bfrom%2Bit.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">In doing so I became so completely disoriented that I thought I came out at the other end of the museum, only to discover that I had returned to the entrance area. I can't explain how I managed that, even today, looking back on the experience a year later.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsTWllr06Cg/XqB_H_wfj2I/AAAAAAACBFU/kqtTxhxbJXsqaqbYrcfdfJ2r4vPUMyZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B23%2B-%2BModel%2Bfor%2BSerra%2527s%2BMatter%2Bof%2BTime.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1573" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsTWllr06Cg/XqB_H_wfj2I/AAAAAAACBFU/kqtTxhxbJXsqaqbYrcfdfJ2r4vPUMyZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B23%2B-%2BModel%2Bfor%2BSerra%2527s%2BMatter%2Bof%2BTime.jpg" width="610" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">A room near the huge installation puts things in perspective, so to speak, via this model of Serra's work. Inside the nearest space in the model you can just see some letters, Serra's notes to the people charged with carrying out his designs.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">The Second level belongs to Jenny Holzer, whose work is very different from and equally as remarkable as that of Serra.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D20NNFv1KJc/XqCAZYYg7lI/AAAAAAACBFc/VMlPn0Ltt7wYJbQykdo5nSLlHqdgsGMdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B32%2BJenny%2BHolzer%2Binstallation%2Bat%2BGB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D20NNFv1KJc/XqCAZYYg7lI/AAAAAAACBFc/VMlPn0Ltt7wYJbQykdo5nSLlHqdgsGMdQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B32%2BJenny%2BHolzer%2Binstallation%2Bat%2BGB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;The dazzler above, thin red columns each of which have writing on them words placed vertically, all them in constant motion and set against a background of blue. Walk into a different room and you're in another part of Holzer's world, another chamber of her mind.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWvMB14M184/XqCBhcR99II/AAAAAAACBFk/bgjnq20kXSYVOMFoNN11b2u_qSUpK6E9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B31%2B-%2Bone%2Bwall%2Bof%2Bthe%2BRedacted%2BSeries.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1200" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GWvMB14M184/XqCBhcR99II/AAAAAAACBFk/bgjnq20kXSYVOMFoNN11b2u_qSUpK6E9QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B31%2B-%2Bone%2Bwall%2Bof%2Bthe%2BRedacted%2BSeries.png" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">In that room is her "Redacted Series" which has been kept up to date, including redactions of Trump &amp; Co, as handed to Congress.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I was unable to see them, but on some nights after dark, brief expressions of all sorts are projected onto the exterior walls of the museum - wish I had!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">The third level is somewhat more mundane, rooms of treasures from Peggy Guggenheim's collections, including the below photo of a Rothko and a rapt visitor, who simply did not leave off staring at it.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wqjv6SO4uDk/XqCDvHM9DkI/AAAAAAACBFw/XKsbRHG5iHUqoVmWe24QVSH-xiOKQT99ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2B3rd%2Blevel%2BGuggenheim%2Bmasterpieces%2B-%2BRothko.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="1600" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wqjv6SO4uDk/XqCDvHM9DkI/AAAAAAACBFw/XKsbRHG5iHUqoVmWe24QVSH-xiOKQT99ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B40%2B-%2B3rd%2Blevel%2BGuggenheim%2Bmasterpieces%2B-%2BRothko.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Robert Motherwell, Clyfford Still, Willem de Kooning and others are also on display.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Finally, I descended from the heights (in more ways than one) and stepped out onto a ground level patio overlooking the pool that wraps around much of the museum.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6F2Z4zXlsU/XqCGtWRdaqI/AAAAAAACBF8/C1ln-nqUgQ030Bhu0ISjULfpZvFwGFwvACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B50%2B-%2BGB%2Band%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="1600" height="448" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6F2Z4zXlsU/XqCGtWRdaqI/AAAAAAACBF8/C1ln-nqUgQ030Bhu0ISjULfpZvFwGFwvACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B50%2B-%2BGB%2Band%2Bthe%2Bbridge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">Then, at last, alas, I stepped outdoors into the public area, near the museum's bar and cafe,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zu9dqydORk8/XqCHPhR51nI/AAAAAAACBGE/reGUpvEU5ZM3kBZM08Lan-8ZOTGQW44KgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B56%2B-%2Bterrace%2Band%2Bbar%2Bat%2BG%2BB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="735" data-original-width="1600" height="292" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zu9dqydORk8/XqCHPhR51nI/AAAAAAACBGE/reGUpvEU5ZM3kBZM08Lan-8ZOTGQW44KgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B56%2B-%2Bterrace%2Band%2Bbar%2Bat%2BG%2BB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">where Jeff Koons's gigantic Puppy dominates the view,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEliNtHNrPQ/XqCH4iDnxmI/AAAAAAACBGM/C0Ppaz6jP44AsqB8lVFyLQnStdawbRAEACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B57-%2BJeff%2BKoons%2Bthat%2Bpuppy%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="991" data-original-width="1600" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aEliNtHNrPQ/XqCH4iDnxmI/AAAAAAACBGM/C0Ppaz6jP44AsqB8lVFyLQnStdawbRAEACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B57-%2BJeff%2BKoons%2Bthat%2Bpuppy%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">and strolled away after a few unforgettable hours at a great museum. I headed to the old town where not far from this colorful plaza</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuWQ5aUsqBw/XqCIlSOV2II/AAAAAAACBGU/pd3me_VStG4HYpVaNl4H_Jz_rnRcZLGtwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B76%2B-%2Bcolorful%2Bplaza%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1332" data-original-width="1600" height="332" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuWQ5aUsqBw/XqCIlSOV2II/AAAAAAACBGU/pd3me_VStG4HYpVaNl4H_Jz_rnRcZLGtwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B76%2B-%2Bcolorful%2Bplaza%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">I found a place for a late lunch</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpdAOwOF-uE/XqCIzcJQM-I/AAAAAAACBGY/jpWKe9OqsKgVwQdWce7OFhYbODlVeVw1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B80%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1291" data-original-width="1600" height="516" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpdAOwOF-uE/XqCIzcJQM-I/AAAAAAACBGY/jpWKe9OqsKgVwQdWce7OFhYbODlVeVw1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B80%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">&nbsp;and had a delicious cut of salmon.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oPWxtBrc00/XqCJHvxlowI/AAAAAAACBGk/uHQ7iLvRENwW-U7FiBxFrbLk_FpWiXdLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B82%2B-%2Bwhat%2BI%2Bet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1450" height="550" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oPWxtBrc00/XqCJHvxlowI/AAAAAAACBGk/uHQ7iLvRENwW-U7FiBxFrbLk_FpWiXdLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B82%2B-%2Bwhat%2BI%2Bet.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">The waiter kindly photographed me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uG_caHvrgkg/XqCJntKjH3I/AAAAAAACBGs/NxUXuoPD3Hg7mLW4ONM1oFdLXhXYzesgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B83%2Bme%2B1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="1350" height="397" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uG_caHvrgkg/XqCJntKjH3I/AAAAAAACBGs/NxUXuoPD3Hg7mLW4ONM1oFdLXhXYzesgwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B2%2B83%2Bme%2B1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Salud!</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: large;">And then I headed back to my hotel, where I reflected on a lovely day and had a nice nap.&nbsp;</span></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-75164386575913410112021-03-09T11:14:00.009-05:002021-03-10T11:34:12.013-05:00Bloggo Iberico: Spring in Northern Spain 2019: 4 - Days three through Five in Bilbao<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">What does one do in Bilbao after visiting the Guggenheim, its premiere attraction? One heads for hills, via the funicular!</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZFt6v9Dgp0/XqGT0TfAdDI/AAAAAAACBHA/P1vIffDXc3w9nD2wVqUqyQwLX6gSjDlAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B17%2B-%2Bthe%2Bhistory%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bfunicular.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZFt6v9Dgp0/XqGT0TfAdDI/AAAAAAACBHA/P1vIffDXc3w9nD2wVqUqyQwLX6gSjDlAQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B17%2B-%2Bthe%2Bhistory%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bfunicular.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the funicular station, a history - old but steady.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The city is surrounded by mountains, one of which offers fine views of the city itself.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsnHZpbInqA/XqGUZAVK9TI/AAAAAAACBHI/S_q1A8OM5YU7sXfzfw8rcAnmq5d3NWPWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Band%2Bmore%2Bmountains%2Bbeyond.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1600" height="346" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsnHZpbInqA/XqGUZAVK9TI/AAAAAAACBHI/S_q1A8OM5YU7sXfzfw8rcAnmq5d3NWPWQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Band%2Bmore%2Bmountains%2Bbeyond.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had to search a bit for the Guggenheim, but the highly visible La Salve Bridge next to it helped:</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLN--45wV9I/XqGVAUW_f-I/AAAAAAACBHQ/B4U_36d3ueIaG6yiMpYCAGAWWM8f17hyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B6%2B-%2Bfind%2Bthe%2BGB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1031" data-original-width="1600" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLN--45wV9I/XqGVAUW_f-I/AAAAAAACBHQ/B4U_36d3ueIaG6yiMpYCAGAWWM8f17hyQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B6%2B-%2Bfind%2Bthe%2BGB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">See it? Here it is with a little help from my zoom:</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlsjT8ke7Hs/XqGVwOhPgII/AAAAAAACBHY/wq3Y1Wh6Ea0e_7RjbAcy_R7k61KVBrAKwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B7%2B-%2BGB%2Bwith%2Bzoom.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlsjT8ke7Hs/XqGVwOhPgII/AAAAAAACBHY/wq3Y1Wh6Ea0e_7RjbAcy_R7k61KVBrAKwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B7%2B-%2BGB%2Bwith%2Bzoom.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Not a lot to do up above after you've enjoyed the views (wish I'd lucked into a sunny day - as you see I did not), but I was able to find north from south thanks to this wind vane in the small relatively uninteresting park atop the hills:</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx7-iKm8EqE/XqGWGCCTSeI/AAAAAAACBHg/nhzu5RmgugkYn-tCIHGYLZ6g2yEfq6CHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B13%2B-%2Bgo%2Bnorth%2Byoung%2Bman.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx7-iKm8EqE/XqGWGCCTSeI/AAAAAAACBHg/nhzu5RmgugkYn-tCIHGYLZ6g2yEfq6CHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B13%2B-%2Bgo%2Bnorth%2Byoung%2Bman.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">It was a rather pleasant trip, but I was in a hurry and caught a taxi back into the city, as I had another fish to fry, or museum to see.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">The Museo de Bellas Artes:</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWQYrd0k-Qg/XqHMUFQutrI/AAAAAAACBI4/K4cpneyGjGMiGPWF1N2a_KiWSOCHxMUnACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B20%2B-%2BMuseo%2Bde%2BBelles%2BArtes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="1600" height="316" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWQYrd0k-Qg/XqHMUFQutrI/AAAAAAACBI4/K4cpneyGjGMiGPWF1N2a_KiWSOCHxMUnACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B20%2B-%2BMuseo%2Bde%2BBelles%2BArtes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">This small museum has more than a fair share of interesting art, including works by Goya and El Greco. Recently, however, the powers that be changed the manner in which they showed their paintings, via ABC. Unfortunately for me I read very little Spanish, so I wandered somewhat confused through the collection, while still very much enjoying my it. While I paused for the great masters I tried to focus my attention on Basque artists that I was not already familiar with (i.e. all of them).</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">I found myself intrigued by a Basque sculptor named Eduardo Chillida. The title of the small piece below is "Around the Void," created in 1964.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0As0O4CJIM/XqGbBzu-oRI/AAAAAAACBHs/zGvYP_SZtQk93kl0sKjKZ6FFqY3Aw0RswCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B34%2B-%2BEduardo%2BChillida%252C%2BAround%2Bthe%2BVoid%2B1964.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1243" data-original-width="1400" height="355" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0As0O4CJIM/XqGbBzu-oRI/AAAAAAACBHs/zGvYP_SZtQk93kl0sKjKZ6FFqY3Aw0RswCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B34%2B-%2BEduardo%2BChillida%252C%2BAround%2Bthe%2BVoid%2B1964.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">A painter I was not aware of, the 18th century artist Luis Paret, completed this work, "Bermeo" in 1783.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVtj8ujPOf8/XqGb6-2ZixI/AAAAAAACBH0/osqc9qhDk6UrPvwMjcp4tzDCrn0xDUOQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B23%2BView%2Bof%2BBermeo%252C%2BLuis%2BParet%2B1783.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1268" data-original-width="1600" height="506" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vVtj8ujPOf8/XqGb6-2ZixI/AAAAAAACBH0/osqc9qhDk6UrPvwMjcp4tzDCrn0xDUOQgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B23%2BView%2Bof%2BBermeo%252C%2BLuis%2BParet%2B1783.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">I liked it in general, but also because part of my next day in Bilbao would include a trip away from it to Bermeo, on the Bay of Biscay. I appreciate coincidence, so I very much liked seeing this.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Another seaside town, not far from Bermeo, is called Elantxobe. Time was too short to visit it as well as Bermeo, but I was somewhat satisfied by this painting of the village and the sea beyond, from 1924, by the artist Antonio de Guezala.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__4bVmciQYY/XqGeBmg9XGI/AAAAAAACBIA/7uWrsBxp3AAY9hE8F02B_U0VR8Ysg2BzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2B-%2BAntonio%2Bde%2BGuezala%2BElantxobe%2B1924.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1301" data-original-width="1400" height="594" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__4bVmciQYY/XqGeBmg9XGI/AAAAAAACBIA/7uWrsBxp3AAY9hE8F02B_U0VR8Ysg2BzwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B25%2B-%2BAntonio%2Bde%2BGuezala%2BElantxobe%2B1924.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">One other sight that I had to miss on this trip is one of the best-known places in Spanish Basque country, Guernica. Well known for all the wrong reasons a Fascist air attack on it during the Spanish Civil War, and made even more famous by Picasso's brilliant painting of the city it is only about 30 minutes north of Bilbao via train.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">A more famous artist than the three noted above happens also to be one of my favorite modernists, Oskar Kokoschka. He too recorded a reaction to the attack in this small sketch with the plaintive title "Help Basque Children," in 1937. That war I may seem a small nightmare compared to the greater war that followed it, but it was confusing, complicated and horrid.&nbsp;<span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">A very different take from Picasso's but powerful as well.&nbsp;</span><br style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;" /></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm794sT4Rn4/XqGmPHNzLLI/AAAAAAACBIs/_1_0fCMTUtsiD88WHrThLxvTk8kEvxoRACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B24%2B-%2BKokoschka%2BHelp%2BBasque%2BChildren%2B1937%2Bre%2BGernika.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1079" data-original-width="855" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm794sT4Rn4/XqGmPHNzLLI/AAAAAAACBIs/_1_0fCMTUtsiD88WHrThLxvTk8kEvxoRACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B24%2B-%2BKokoschka%2BHelp%2BBasque%2BChildren%2B1937%2Bre%2BGernika.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Just in case you're interested, my favorite book by George Orwell - yes, more than his much better known works - is Homage to Catalonia, and details the author's own experience fighting in it.&nbsp;</span></span><div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="4"><br /></font><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times; font-size: medium; text-align: center;"></div></span><div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">I could go on about the museum, but suffice to say I learned a good bit from it, and even though it is literally dwarfed by the Guggenheim, if you find yourself in Bilbao (and you should), please take the time to visit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Having zipped up and down the funicular, and having had a very good experience at the Museo, I found myself rather tired, and was content to have a late lunch at my hotel. My delicious starter, artichokes and Iberian ham,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ea03mbLSe1w/XqGjm_z6X0I/AAAAAAACBIY/yx4BlGEZIGk07KTncIdU024OrdfcX3xkACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B40%2B-%2Blunch%2Bat%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2B-%2Bartichokes%2Band%2BIberian%2Bham%2B-%2Byum.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1349" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ea03mbLSe1w/XqGjm_z6X0I/AAAAAAACBIY/yx4BlGEZIGk07KTncIdU024OrdfcX3xkACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B40%2B-%2Blunch%2Bat%2Bmy%2Bhotel%2B-%2Bartichokes%2Band%2BIberian%2Bham%2B-%2Byum.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">was followed by a good but rather tough cut of veal (the potatoes and peppers were the best part of that course)</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z9p7FwO_Xc/XqGj6HOKaaI/AAAAAAACBIg/ITIp02KWK8MUGSNtn7Q73UU8jur-5uyBACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B41%2B-%2Bmain%2Bcourse%2Btough%2Bveal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1216" data-original-width="1400" height="346" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z9p7FwO_Xc/XqGj6HOKaaI/AAAAAAACBIg/ITIp02KWK8MUGSNtn7Q73UU8jur-5uyBACLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B3%2B41%2B-%2Bmain%2Bcourse%2Btough%2Bveal.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">but as it was all washed down with a very tasty glass of Spanish red, I was very pleased.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Much of the next day in Bilbao, my fourth, was spent on the way to and from Bermeo, along with a pleasant stroll through the town once there.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">There are two rail stations in Bilbao, one for long hauls, to Madrid for example, the other, smaller, for really inexpensive rides to different locations in Basque country. I boarded a train from the latter and headed to the coast of the Bay of Biscay, the last stop of which trip is Bermeo</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">It's a pretty place, set on a hill looking out over the bay,&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSb_FAgGxeg/XqHNy9glT9I/AAAAAAACBJI/0KVjOFVB7wU_hlShxLNhFs0EwzlYh3JfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B2%2B-%2Bhalf%2Bday%2Btrip%2Bto%2BBermeo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1065" data-original-width="1600" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSb_FAgGxeg/XqHNy9glT9I/AAAAAAACBJI/0KVjOFVB7wU_hlShxLNhFs0EwzlYh3JfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B2%2B-%2Bhalf%2Bday%2Btrip%2Bto%2BBermeo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">and has one of the longest jetties I've seen.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">I got my morning exercise, deep-breathing fresh sea air, walking the length of it and getting my first look ever at the famous Bay of Biscay. Below you'll see just a bit of the concrete jetty itself, a fishing boat heading back in to port, and a bit of the land just outside the city</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uebed8dBeCM/XqHPuxc7bgI/AAAAAAACBJU/M799bKawqbEhnrZqGk6DthKd_lamHFwEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B13%2B-%2Bboat%2Bcoming%2Bin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1600" height="278" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uebed8dBeCM/XqHPuxc7bgI/AAAAAAACBJU/M799bKawqbEhnrZqGk6DthKd_lamHFwEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B13%2B-%2Bboat%2Bcoming%2Bin.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">A view of the city on my return walk:</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOapH8k_8q0/XqHQu06S90I/AAAAAAACBJc/49U6PCYx5zoBP-V6XdE3Q1TLZnq_7XNYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B4%2B-very%2Blike%2Banother%2Bpic%2B-%2Bwhich%2Bdo%2BI%2Bprefer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1075" data-original-width="1600" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOapH8k_8q0/XqHQu06S90I/AAAAAAACBJc/49U6PCYx5zoBP-V6XdE3Q1TLZnq_7XNYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B4%2B-very%2Blike%2Banother%2Bpic%2B-%2Bwhich%2Bdo%2BI%2Bprefer.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">And a bit of the coastline</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0cSku3VEOk/XqHRdnuTrSI/AAAAAAACBJo/BKtap5eMpyIr7suR1LIGNFvCfV2x7tEqACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B6%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bjetty.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="1600" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O0cSku3VEOk/XqHRdnuTrSI/AAAAAAACBJo/BKtap5eMpyIr7suR1LIGNFvCfV2x7tEqACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B6%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bjetty.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">I had thought to stay for lunch, but found that, pretty as it was, there wasn't all that much in Bermeo to keep me. I'd had my look at the bay, a great walk, and last but not least a very pleasant seaside park.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SO_8zCycNI/XqHR1CtPsZI/AAAAAAACBJ0/grn-BsEeJ4Y6SRqT8TnpCxb1U_AGSzA2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B20%2B-%2Bpretty%2Bcity%2Bpark%2Bnear%2Bthe%2Brail%2Bstation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="1600" height="380" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_SO_8zCycNI/XqHR1CtPsZI/AAAAAAACBJ0/grn-BsEeJ4Y6SRqT8TnpCxb1U_AGSzA2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B20%2B-%2Bpretty%2Bcity%2Bpark%2Bnear%2Bthe%2Brail%2Bstation.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">I then hopped the train back to Bilbao. On the return trip I paid more attention to the sea and landscape, one of the finest reasons for getting out of the city for a bit.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNRIK2s8PDY/XqHSct9JTlI/AAAAAAACBKA/Q4d3bhgRuI0JPGrLXJetLLF29ORCQ9fcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B20%2B-%2Bon%2Bthe%2Breturn%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="1600" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNRIK2s8PDY/XqHSct9JTlI/AAAAAAACBKA/Q4d3bhgRuI0JPGrLXJetLLF29ORCQ9fcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B20%2B-%2Bon%2Bthe%2Breturn%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Above, just pulling out of the city...</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">And below just a bit farther along</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFtZTn8bSBM/XqHTHTrvyDI/AAAAAAACBKM/ibQxDIQP2ZAKoCESGngyYeG3Xjhq_wqmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B50a%2B-%2Balmost%2Bto%2BBermeo%2Band%2Bthe%2Bbay%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="1600" height="284" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFtZTn8bSBM/XqHTHTrvyDI/AAAAAAACBKM/ibQxDIQP2ZAKoCESGngyYeG3Xjhq_wqmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B50a%2B-%2Balmost%2Bto%2BBermeo%2Band%2Bthe%2Bbay%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Not mountainous, but a nice hilly countryside</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dw_hlAORao/XqHT8CcbnPI/AAAAAAACBKU/gEkM4gMLwT07GC-j_An5M4AjdalQbSqmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B29%2B-%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bway%2Bback%2Bnear%2Bthe%2Bbay.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1600" height="334" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dw_hlAORao/XqHT8CcbnPI/AAAAAAACBKU/gEkM4gMLwT07GC-j_An5M4AjdalQbSqmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B29%2B-%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bway%2Bback%2Bnear%2Bthe%2Bbay.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">a bit more of the landscape...</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZtMPekc-bQ/XqHUJXvKUPI/AAAAAAACBKY/ZBwqpOpTl48cLC3OrBpdPOxG5G2lYjcVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B31%2B-bucolic%2Bscene.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="1600" height="396" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IZtMPekc-bQ/XqHUJXvKUPI/AAAAAAACBKY/ZBwqpOpTl48cLC3OrBpdPOxG5G2lYjcVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B31%2B-bucolic%2Bscene.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">And soon I was back in the city, in the heart of the old town or as the natives call it, the Casca Viejo, ending up at the Plaza Nueva</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmfrsYuBzDI/XqHVMH4xIuI/AAAAAAACBKs/LyDej39PVfI1Pdc24s_o-4Sb9F1XB0kSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B35%2B-%2BPlaza%2BNueva%2Bagain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="1600" height="342" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmfrsYuBzDI/XqHVMH4xIuI/AAAAAAACBKs/LyDej39PVfI1Pdc24s_o-4Sb9F1XB0kSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B35%2B-%2BPlaza%2BNueva%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">After which I took it easy, feeling more and more a part of a city I had come to love.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Next morning, my final day in Bilbao, I continued to relax, heading to the local market. And WHAT a market - La Ribera!</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn3JTZEJ0L4/XqHV2SHxnqI/AAAAAAACBK4/nHxFIAd1JlQnqLZNJkWX_XDQ4HLDss5BgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B38a%2Bhuge%252C%2Bwonderful%2BLa%2BRibera%2BMarket.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1337" data-original-width="1600" height="534" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn3JTZEJ0L4/XqHV2SHxnqI/AAAAAAACBK4/nHxFIAd1JlQnqLZNJkWX_XDQ4HLDss5BgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B38a%2Bhuge%252C%2Bwonderful%2BLa%2BRibera%2BMarket.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">From one end (above) you get a feeling for its scale and the length</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maPAZtOKS2Q/XqHWGjjuipI/AAAAAAACBLA/SLuMI4wNHzQ1OU8iVSBXq2VlFFz3RR0gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B38%2B-%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bend%2Bof%2BLa%2BRibera%2BMarket.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1335" data-original-width="1600" height="534" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maPAZtOKS2Q/XqHWGjjuipI/AAAAAAACBLA/SLuMI4wNHzQ1OU8iVSBXq2VlFFz3RR0gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B4%2B38%2B-%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bend%2Bof%2BLa%2BRibera%2BMarket.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">The other end is nice as well.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">And then there is the inside - two levels filled with all sorts of good eats. Seafood abounds:</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XdsZhODixg/XqHXGgvG3TI/AAAAAAACBLM/QkkB-65UvAQFNUgFScxpdFavnOl8-O3FQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B65%2B-%2Bseafood%2Beverywhere.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="913" data-original-width="1600" height="364" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XdsZhODixg/XqHXGgvG3TI/AAAAAAACBLM/QkkB-65UvAQFNUgFScxpdFavnOl8-O3FQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B65%2B-%2Bseafood%2Beverywhere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Also meat - uh, not for the weak of heart; here they serve up the whole pig!</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjFmiQwAHCU/XqHXhN2mxxI/AAAAAAACBLU/v69QHNB6050B-BnFmduAYFHQZgUhl4sGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B63%2B-%2Boi%2B-%2Bthe%2Bwhole%2Bpig.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1037" data-original-width="1600" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjFmiQwAHCU/XqHXhN2mxxI/AAAAAAACBLU/v69QHNB6050B-BnFmduAYFHQZgUhl4sGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B63%2B-%2Boi%2B-%2Bthe%2Bwhole%2Bpig.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Fruits and veggies of course:</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KjeBD8_Lzg/XqHXrnGryoI/AAAAAAACBLY/rAM1O0YUO94GuRd_q6PLDj0sGed8oW-HgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B67%2B-%2Bveggies%2Bof%2Bcourse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1500" height="440" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KjeBD8_Lzg/XqHXrnGryoI/AAAAAAACBLY/rAM1O0YUO94GuRd_q6PLDj0sGed8oW-HgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B67%2B-%2Bveggies%2Bof%2Bcourse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">And tapas, which up in Basque land are referred to as pintxos:</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVcHZrUqJ1Q/XqHYfu6UVeI/AAAAAAACBLo/m-XKCR4wDO4V0QSN26VYMAm3f6aHLgsBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B70%2B-%2Band%2BPintxos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1600" height="302" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVcHZrUqJ1Q/XqHYfu6UVeI/AAAAAAACBLo/m-XKCR4wDO4V0QSN26VYMAm3f6aHLgsBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B70%2B-%2Band%2BPintxos.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">and two very cool bars:&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0PUE59UW4g/XqHYtQIrIiI/AAAAAAACBLs/0MRpdfKSf7I6aVxC8tiX8SA84Dmz-Eq9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B62%2B-%2Bposh%2Bbars.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="871" data-original-width="1600" height="348" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h0PUE59UW4g/XqHYtQIrIiI/AAAAAAACBLs/0MRpdfKSf7I6aVxC8tiX8SA84Dmz-Eq9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B62%2B-%2Bposh%2Bbars.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySaAieGEvzY/XqHY4e4MN0I/AAAAAAACBL0/HVmaa9bQEOwz75LfTNL1wJD7OV44fMjLACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B69%2B-%2Banother%2Bbar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1600" height="270" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ySaAieGEvzY/XqHY4e4MN0I/AAAAAAACBL0/HVmaa9bQEOwz75LfTNL1wJD7OV44fMjLACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B69%2B-%2Banother%2Bbar.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">It was too early in the day for me to tipple, but clearly not for everyone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Later in the day I caught a boat, cleverly called a Bilboat, for a look at the city from the River Nervion - great fun!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfMv5q6nTCU/XqHbNGK393I/AAAAAAACBME/np3VH40YPwAQF6JraGPpsRKzBvRi9-Q6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B20%2B-%2Bmy%2Bride%2Bthis%2Bafternoon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1303" data-original-width="1600" height="325" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KfMv5q6nTCU/XqHbNGK393I/AAAAAAACBME/np3VH40YPwAQF6JraGPpsRKzBvRi9-Q6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B20%2B-%2Bmy%2Bride%2Bthis%2Bafternoon.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">We cruised under the Zubizuri Bridge</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAt9gOoUzZo/XqHdE6zhTvI/AAAAAAACBMg/y-VV7T3-HRgZntedzDNEa0IxJIJLcpz2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B25%2B-%2BZubizuri%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bwater.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="1400" height="276" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAt9gOoUzZo/XqHdE6zhTvI/AAAAAAACBMg/y-VV7T3-HRgZntedzDNEa0IxJIJLcpz2ACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B25%2B-%2BZubizuri%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bwater.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">We passed the football stadium. We call it soccer, though I wish we wouldn't - in football/soccer they actually use the foot constantly, not just for kick-offs and punts. Its called San Mames and known by the locals as" the cathedral of football!"&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tzj3mymiPlQ/XqHbxGZMs0I/AAAAAAACBMM/iwGP8ejSmNUXmg4hMtmd3g4SFtsFFj0IwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B3a%2B-%2BSan%2BMames%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Bof%2Bfootball.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="1600" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tzj3mymiPlQ/XqHbxGZMs0I/AAAAAAACBMM/iwGP8ejSmNUXmg4hMtmd3g4SFtsFFj0IwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B3a%2B-%2BSan%2BMames%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcathedral%2Bof%2Bfootball.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">We ventured into the old part of the city, a shadow of its former self as a seaport</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2bTitTA1Gw/XqHcqqQxDvI/AAAAAAACBMY/CT7KCObk1uwI8OAKyPQ4ingd6I4s1RWfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B30%2B-%2Bheading%2Binto%2Bthe%2Bformerly%2Bgreat%2Bdocks%2Barea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="1600" height="230" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z2bTitTA1Gw/XqHcqqQxDvI/AAAAAAACBMY/CT7KCObk1uwI8OAKyPQ4ingd6I4s1RWfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B30%2B-%2Bheading%2Binto%2Bthe%2Bformerly%2Bgreat%2Bdocks%2Barea.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">and of course we passed the Guggenheim!</span><br /><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYP08R_jEzk/XqHdeWktgLI/AAAAAAACBMo/2ZYxi6IZ8AgiYtVTOyLoddHkPifW2fuQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B31%2B-%2BGB%2Bagain%2Bbetter%2Bthan%2B30.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="868" data-original-width="1600" height="346" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYP08R_jEzk/XqHdeWktgLI/AAAAAAACBMo/2ZYxi6IZ8AgiYtVTOyLoddHkPifW2fuQwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Bilbao%2Bday%2B5%2B31%2B-%2BGB%2Bagain%2Bbetter%2Bthan%2B30.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;">Then after another stroll through the Casca Viejo, I called it a day. Suffice to say it was a really great stay.</span></div><div><font face="times, times new roman, serif" size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Next stop, San Sebastian!</span><br /></font><span style="font-family: times, &quot;times new roman&quot;, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-39354414186285054162021-03-09T10:16:00.009-05:002021-03-18T09:12:07.049-04:00Bloggo Iberico: Spring in Northern Spain 2019 5 - Three Days in (and out of) San Sebastian<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><font>While I generally prefer trains, the journey from Bilbao to San Sebastian/ Donostia&nbsp;</font><span>(the latter the Basque name for the city)</span><font>&nbsp;is better accomplished via bus. And my bus was luxurious! Shiny on the outside</font></span><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJJDMAtnnHo/XrwyftqLVqI/AAAAAAACBOg/Y_NXn5QGsnoDlWX8ujEIa2o10cehMdI_wCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B05%2B-%2BAlsa%2BPremium.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="1610" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJJDMAtnnHo/XrwyftqLVqI/AAAAAAACBOg/Y_NXn5QGsnoDlWX8ujEIa2o10cehMdI_wCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h308/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B05%2B-%2BAlsa%2BPremium.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">and rather posh on the inside. on the left side were rows of two seats, but the right was reserved for single seats, which for the solivigant, are the only way to travel: both aisle and window, and no strangers sitting too too close to the solo traveler! All this and a friendly trip attendant!</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLH9vuQrft8/Xrwyqm9EFfI/AAAAAAACBOs/ePhPOd-sNuwdJ8dJz0CKYbrZoWAlvGuogCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B04%2B-%2BAlsa%2BPremium%2Bservice.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1297" data-original-width="1500" height="554" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iLH9vuQrft8/Xrwyqm9EFfI/AAAAAAACBOs/ePhPOd-sNuwdJ8dJz0CKYbrZoWAlvGuogCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h554/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B04%2B-%2BAlsa%2BPremium%2Bservice.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Once in the city, I was very eager to see the beautiful beaches of San Sebastian, located only a few blocks from my hotel.&nbsp; I left my room almost as soon as I'd opened its door and dropped my bags. There are three contiguous beaches in the city, arranged in a sort of semicircle.</font></div><div><font face="georgia" size="5"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><font>The beach on the left, as one looks out toward the Concha Bay, is Playa de la Ondaretta, shown below. I</font><span>n the far distance, at the top of Mount Igueldo, is where one exits the funicular from which a spectacular view can be had. I had time to ride up and back, but decided to wait for a bright sunny day to do so.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gU75WL_Zd3Y/Xrwz_SNAPgI/AAAAAAACBPM/OqQDcm6h0xwHUtYHBO3HuEJ_GkcawepugCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B10%2B-%2Bnot%2Ba%2Bpromising%2Bbeach%2Bday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1102" data-original-width="1700" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gU75WL_Zd3Y/Xrwz_SNAPgI/AAAAAAACBPM/OqQDcm6h0xwHUtYHBO3HuEJ_GkcawepugCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h414/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B10%2B-%2Bnot%2Ba%2Bpromising%2Bbeach%2Bday.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">To the right of center is Playa de la Zuriolla, which leads to the old town and beyond it Mount Urgull:</span></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5SfvvOGM9I/Xrw1Rt31oiI/AAAAAAACBPs/rOUTRRbNcV4emb11oVenQiwdhK6NNXEtwCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B9%2B-%2Bnot%2Bgreat%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bright.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2485" data-original-width="4826" height="330" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z5SfvvOGM9I/Xrw1Rt31oiI/AAAAAAACBPs/rOUTRRbNcV4emb11oVenQiwdhK6NNXEtwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h330/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B9%2B-%2Bnot%2Bgreat%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bright.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Last but not least, the beach in the center is named for the bay, Playa de la Concha. The tiny island to the left of center below is called Santa Clara, which has little beach as well.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UVEIN2X1Qc/Xrw18mMsQOI/AAAAAAACBQA/68GYcjm6XcYp8_OXMY7uq_v_NPvb1nOBwCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B18%2B-%2Byou%2Bcan%2Bsee%2Bboth%2Bedges%2Bof%2Bland.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="1596" height="354" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UVEIN2X1Qc/Xrw18mMsQOI/AAAAAAACBQA/68GYcjm6XcYp8_OXMY7uq_v_NPvb1nOBwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h354/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B18%2B-%2Byou%2Bcan%2Bsee%2Bboth%2Bedges%2Bof%2Bland.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One of the great features is the long boardwalk that edges each of the three beaches. I strolled on it in both directions. Below a look left, towards Ondaretta:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhJTj0scVfc/Xrw3rnLDO_I/AAAAAAACBQg/N9RGdTCw6gUXCjcsSNDFjsOTyGcZ-racQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B29%2B-%2B19th%2Bc%2Bstyle%2Bbldgs%2Bare%2Bcalled%2BLa%2BPerla.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="773" data-original-width="1702" height="290" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhJTj0scVfc/Xrw3rnLDO_I/AAAAAAACBQg/N9RGdTCw6gUXCjcsSNDFjsOTyGcZ-racQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h290/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B29%2B-%2B19th%2Bc%2Bstyle%2Bbldgs%2Bare%2Bcalled%2BLa%2BPerla.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and then to the right, in the direction of Zurriola, heading towards the old town below Mount Urgull:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGv9-kQvZ68/Xrw4LcFUHpI/AAAAAAACBQ0/oyROExrjxBc3myUcbFa9OnAGwJtsbAriACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B36%2B-%2BCity%2BHall%2Band%2BOld%2BTown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="977" data-original-width="1632" height="384" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VGv9-kQvZ68/Xrw4LcFUHpI/AAAAAAACBQ0/oyROExrjxBc3myUcbFa9OnAGwJtsbAriACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h384/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B36%2B-%2BCity%2BHall%2Band%2BOld%2BTown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After a satisfying walk despite the unsatisfying day - cloudy though it was, the sea air doesn't discriminate, always fresh and bracing. When I'd had my fill I ate my fill, in an Italian place for lunch just between the seaside and my hotel, decked out, perhaps more than a bit overdone in all things Italian:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1NPA0SCwC8/Xrw69IUeM1I/AAAAAAACBRo/rkLR_6o36iA27_gzNXFTIBzT8MOLmzAOQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B41%2B-%2Bthe%2Binterior.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1329" data-original-width="1700" height="313" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1NPA0SCwC8/Xrw69IUeM1I/AAAAAAACBRo/rkLR_6o36iA27_gzNXFTIBzT8MOLmzAOQCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h313/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B41%2B-%2Bthe%2Binterior.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I had a pizza, quattro stagione, interestingly divided by white asparagus. It was good, not great, though the wine was fine. And while I don't usually indulge, I was talked into a dessert - a chocolate and orange torta that was lovely to look at, delightful to eat!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Bg4d2pQDI/Xrw6gfl2QbI/AAAAAAACBRU/-N78cclVN8QbTWtaXVhH60pmxevs3pkBQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B43%2B-%2Bchocolate%2Band%2Borange%2Btorta.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1178" data-original-width="1200" height="393" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4Bg4d2pQDI/Xrw6gfl2QbI/AAAAAAACBRU/-N78cclVN8QbTWtaXVhH60pmxevs3pkBQCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h393/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B1%2B43%2B-%2Bchocolate%2Band%2Borange%2Btorta.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Then after coming across a deli of sorts, where I picked up a snack for a light supper later in my room, I strolled back to the hotel, and had a nice long nap.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">For the next morning I left the city for a tour along the Basque coast. The weather was much better, and in addition to the lovely French-born but now Spanish Basque guide named Emily there were only three others in the minivan, three wonderful Israelis about my own age. Liberal intellectuals, they loathed Netanyahu, as do I - nearly as much as I do Donald Trump - birds of a feather I fear. Our chats were spirited and stimulating. I couldn't have hoped for better company.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Our first stop was the fishing village of Orio with an old town that dates back to the 12th century, and rises on steep stone hills. Once up in its midst I nearly felt myself pushed gently back in time.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfTkpTtXq-0/Xr7WNJcDsVI/AAAAAAACBSQ/dNTnWtyXEUI0SI_T2bmGKp_jiT3M8rtpQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B28%2B-%2Bheading%2Bup%2Bto%2Bold%2Btown%2BOria.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1235" data-original-width="928" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IfTkpTtXq-0/Xr7WNJcDsVI/AAAAAAACBSQ/dNTnWtyXEUI0SI_T2bmGKp_jiT3M8rtpQCK4BGAsYHg/w480-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B28%2B-%2Bheading%2Bup%2Bto%2Bold%2Btown%2BOria.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Everywhere there are reminders of its dependance upon the sea, from modernist works, such as this bas-relief sculpture made entirely of sardine tins</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu4PKxGK2EQ/Xr7XFaKiRTI/AAAAAAACBSk/qJevgNZ6nRgwlmSvRt0gwkJBDoOm5Bf5wCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bin%2BOrio%2B-%2Bfish%2Bmade%2Bfrom%2Bcans.jpg"><img border="0" data-original-height="1491" data-original-width="1425" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu4PKxGK2EQ/Xr7XFaKiRTI/AAAAAAACBSk/qJevgNZ6nRgwlmSvRt0gwkJBDoOm5Bf5wCK4BGAsYHg/w383-h400/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bin%2BOrio%2B-%2Bfish%2Bmade%2Bfrom%2Bcans.jpg" width="383" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">to doorways with ships sculpted above them</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf0gfGUBIQc/Xr7XnkVbr1I/AAAAAAACBTA/yh-PO2PYX-AjyduqrcqS7U4HLoRY8EyogCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B8%2B-%2Bold%2Btown%2BOrio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1378" data-original-width="711" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf0gfGUBIQc/Xr7XnkVbr1I/AAAAAAACBTA/yh-PO2PYX-AjyduqrcqS7U4HLoRY8EyogCK4BGAsYHg/w206-h400/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B8%2B-%2Bold%2Btown%2BOrio.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><font face="times" size="5">And even to church interiors, hung with models of ships - this, I was told, is a whaler, hung at the center of the nave in the church of San Nicolas de Bari. The church is prominent in the old town, and completed in the 17th century, though it sits on the foundation of an older church.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb3fy_ebqmk/Xr7Zj_c3A_I/AAAAAAACBTg/Cn2vXuk4mG0Xg1ejdyeVhiR9izXuya19wCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2BOld%2Bchurch%2Bin%2BOrio%2Bwith%2Bwhaler.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3337" data-original-width="2071" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wb3fy_ebqmk/Xr7Zj_c3A_I/AAAAAAACBTg/Cn2vXuk4mG0Xg1ejdyeVhiR9izXuya19wCK4BGAsYHg/w398-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B14%2B-%2BOld%2Bchurch%2Bin%2BOrio%2Bwith%2Bwhaler.jpg" width="398" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">One also sees scallop shells. Makes sense, yes, another image of the sea? But these shells are symbols of and markers for pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago de Compostela, one of the stops of which is this humble fishing town. Below our guide quietly pointed to one of them, easily identified by his backpack:</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rT3nMhJTCMw/Xr7c-cU2D9I/AAAAAAACBT8/CuVY3Dlg760vfu8Q5cNuwoq_wkcZoRghQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B%2Bpilgrim%2Bto%2BCompostelo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1047" data-original-width="884" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rT3nMhJTCMw/Xr7c-cU2D9I/AAAAAAACBT8/CuVY3Dlg760vfu8Q5cNuwoq_wkcZoRghQCK4BGAsYHg/s320/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B17%2B%2Bpilgrim%2Bto%2BCompostelo.jpg" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Old as the old town is, there is room for the modern. Just next to San Nicolas the work of two Basque artists are represented. One was Eduardo Chillida, whose acquaintance I'd made via a few of his sculptures in the Museo de Belles Artes in Bilbao. The second, Oteiza, was unknown to me, but the two worked together on this project, set in the kind of rock Orio was built upon.</font></div><div><font size="4">&nbsp;</font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip5REWTisIM/Xr7di-2agXI/AAAAAAACBUQ/L8WLBoGzkAs0SzAn5nPqXJ2QOmvORySBQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B15%2B-%2BChillida%2Band%2BOteiza%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bchurch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="1774" height="436" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ip5REWTisIM/Xr7di-2agXI/AAAAAAACBUQ/L8WLBoGzkAs0SzAn5nPqXJ2QOmvORySBQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h436/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B15%2B-%2BChillida%2Band%2BOteiza%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bchurch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">On then towards our next destination. We first stopped high up in the countryside and walked through woods to a brilliant view:</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQfy3mxeFIc/Xr7fX_OWgSI/AAAAAAACBU4/NfVA8VjfAlEVs-nkFS0qh-k6FL1kXwr9QCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2BZarautz%252C%2Bthe%2Bsurf%2Band%2Bthe%2Bsea%2B-%2BGetaria%2Bin%2Bdistance.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="1700" height="342" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQfy3mxeFIc/Xr7fX_OWgSI/AAAAAAACBU4/NfVA8VjfAlEVs-nkFS0qh-k6FL1kXwr9QCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h342/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2BZarautz%252C%2Bthe%2Bsurf%2Band%2Bthe%2Bsea%2B-%2BGetaria%2Bin%2Bdistance.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Above, the breathtaking Bay of Biscay, and in the distance two cities. The closer one at left, Zarautz, was seen only from this vista by us, but the second, Getaria, far in the distance at the upper right, was was our next destination..</font></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Getaria is a charmer, and while not nearly as touristic as San Sebastian, is a bit of a hot spot, for the location if nothing else. Our first stop was a central square, devoted to one of the city's favorite sons, Juan Sebastian Alcana, known as the first man who circumnavigated the globe, Wait you'll say, that was Magellan! And Magellan led the expeditionm it's true; but as daring as it was it was also ill-fated, and Alcana's ship was the only one to make it back to Europe. Below is his statue.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Gmyq_V_BY/Xr7j8vaIaKI/AAAAAAACBVc/pZnRX2db_jkfOrIrYUsemvGwYhxaIh-dgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B38%2B-%2BGetaria%2BStatue%2Bof%2BElcano.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1318" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7Gmyq_V_BY/Xr7j8vaIaKI/AAAAAAACBVc/pZnRX2db_jkfOrIrYUsemvGwYhxaIh-dgCK4BGAsYHg/w438-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B38%2B-%2BGetaria%2BStatue%2Bof%2BElcano.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Not far from there is a museum devoted to Balenciaga, the fabled fashion designer, but we didn't waste time seeing that (I suppose you now know what I think of high fashion). Instead we went down into the old town. At the end of this street is the church of San Salvador, which dates from the 14th century.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDo2bnicg4g/Xr7lANmtpoI/AAAAAAACBWA/11rjMRF_hg8ZJgSJN7eLJpQurLAw7J6ngCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B46a%2B-%2Bbetter%2Bcolor%2Bhere.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1243" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDo2bnicg4g/Xr7lANmtpoI/AAAAAAACBWA/11rjMRF_hg8ZJgSJN7eLJpQurLAw7J6ngCK4BGAsYHg/w438-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B46a%2B-%2Bbetter%2Bcolor%2Bhere.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Emily stopped us in what looked to be an alley at one side of which was a huge outdoor grill (?)</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eE72z0KAO_E/Xr7mGgZDiGI/AAAAAAACBWg/CYZNpbfH400AObJwrkxsAiz3EbYfrhSuACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B41%2B-%2BEmily%2Band%2Bthe%2Bgrill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="1700" height="544" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eE72z0KAO_E/Xr7mGgZDiGI/AAAAAAACBWg/CYZNpbfH400AObJwrkxsAiz3EbYfrhSuACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h544/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B41%2B-%2BEmily%2Band%2Bthe%2Bgrill.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">where she explained that Getaria is known for its fresh seafood, taken from fishing boats to one of these, grilled to perfection with only olive oil and salt, and served immediately with a very light local white wine called txakoli, to hungry patrons of the many restaurants in the city, like the one whose grill this is, is only steps from the marina (below). Yum!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIrn7Odag88/Xr7nhYtXSUI/AAAAAAACBXQ/KZy2TRM4CiYZ0fN8bpoXFdgTLWkN73OwQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B44%2B-%2Bfishing%2Bboats%2Bin%2BGetaria.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1126" data-original-width="1700" height="424" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QIrn7Odag88/Xr7nhYtXSUI/AAAAAAACBXQ/KZy2TRM4CiYZ0fN8bpoXFdgTLWkN73OwQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h424/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B44%2B-%2Bfishing%2Bboats%2Bin%2BGetaria.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Alas for us, lunch was not part of the tour, but a man can dream...</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Then to our final destination, Zumaia. The city was packed for a festival of some kind, but we headed for the beach, or a spot well above the beach. You might call it Westeros, as part of an episode of<i> Game of Thrones</i> was shot here, when Daenerys Targaryen returned and walked along the beach.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvCpua2VrKA/Xr_tKYaKVKI/AAAAAAACBYQ/TpZM-f_gYSQvdHdGox27EPT5dl9MVc4ggCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B56a%2B-Westeros%2B3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1157" data-original-width="2000" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvCpua2VrKA/Xr_tKYaKVKI/AAAAAAACBYQ/TpZM-f_gYSQvdHdGox27EPT5dl9MVc4ggCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h370/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B56a%2B-Westeros%2B3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Whether or not you are a fan of <i>GoT</i>, this is an awesome site, as it is situated on the longest set of continuous rock strata in the world, miles of wave-cut cliffs called flysch. Over millions of years these flysch were pushed up from the Bay of Biscay by tectonic shifts:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr4qS_eLDEI/Xr_uMnJ38wI/AAAAAAACBYo/4iHNrX4mFQccdvXxHfV_0s3Q6MOn3bqQQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B55%2B-%2BWesteros%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1521" data-original-width="2000" height="486" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr4qS_eLDEI/Xr_uMnJ38wI/AAAAAAACBYo/4iHNrX4mFQccdvXxHfV_0s3Q6MOn3bqQQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h486/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B55%2B-%2BWesteros%2B2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Reminds me at least a bit of dragons' talons or maybe teeth. right? Maybe what you'd look like if clawed by a dragon?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0XWfPh-JL8/Xr_vHiYPzVI/AAAAAAACBZA/DPv_jaEbqYAf1UPwYYNsz7Rk6u33bh9EgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B50%2BDJ%2Bat%2BGoT.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="875" data-original-width="1700" height="206" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I0XWfPh-JL8/Xr_vHiYPzVI/AAAAAAACBZA/DPv_jaEbqYAf1UPwYYNsz7Rk6u33bh9EgCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h206/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B50%2BDJ%2Bat%2BGoT.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, perhaps I was a bit too influenced as a fan of </span><i><span style="font-size: large;">GoT</span></i><i style="font-size: large;">...</i><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Oh, yes, that's me looking a bit like the cat that swallowed the canary. Dramatic site, right? There are one or two more<i> GoT</i> sites along the coast, but too far afield for our tour. This one worked fine for me!</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9TFYp14JPs/Xr_wxET0tAI/AAAAAAACBZg/R5AbLjl9228W05S9Qo6VooAI42rqUsgswCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B54%2B-%2Bthe%2Bhill%2Bwithout%2Bthe%2Bse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1025" data-original-width="1800" height="364" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9TFYp14JPs/Xr_wxET0tAI/AAAAAAACBZg/R5AbLjl9228W05S9Qo6VooAI42rqUsgswCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h364/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B54%2B-%2Bthe%2Bhill%2Bwithout%2Bthe%2Bse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Even without the sea, the hillside above is a beauty...</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZEHaqb7IL8/Xr_ydO2tKQI/AAAAAAACBZ8/a9KKylnUr9QMx8WpduwSZHltLZPrfHDFwCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2BSan%2BTelmo%2BErrmita%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcliff%252C%2Bat%2BZumaia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1192" data-original-width="1700" height="448" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZEHaqb7IL8/Xr_ydO2tKQI/AAAAAAACBZ8/a9KKylnUr9QMx8WpduwSZHltLZPrfHDFwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h448/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B60%2B-%2BSan%2BTelmo%2BErrmita%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcliff%252C%2Bat%2BZumaia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And very nearby the Hermita San Telmo, a small chapel dedicated to the patron saint of sailors since the 17th century. Sadly it was not open to visitors, but what I call the "church on a perch" is lovely, and certainly set in a dramatic location.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0w5v3an8ZgI/Xr_zDolBx8I/AAAAAAACBac/glcV4KblX6EVcIxiSqms8VQihAXQYCURgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B59%2B-%2BSan%2BTelmo%2BHermita%2Bor%2Bthe%2Bchurch%2Bon%2Ba%2Bperch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1700" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0w5v3an8ZgI/Xr_zDolBx8I/AAAAAAACBac/glcV4KblX6EVcIxiSqms8VQihAXQYCURgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h470/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B59%2B-%2BSan%2BTelmo%2BHermita%2Bor%2Bthe%2Bchurch%2Bon%2Ba%2Bperch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Another view of San Telmo, where we ended our excellent tour, the sunny weather made the trip even more of a treat.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Emily dropped the Israelis at their hotel, then drove me to the edge of the old town, suggesting a few sights that I might like, so after sitting a bit near this colorful band shell, I wandered around.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOKhExUIvlw/Xr_09T461qI/AAAAAAACBbE/Q9e16lZMdvw3dPYJjGRRvswFEBIkSig9QCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B75%2B-%2Bpavilion%2Bband%2Bshell%2Bin%2Bpark%2Bast%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1081" data-original-width="1550" height="279" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOKhExUIvlw/Xr_09T461qI/AAAAAAACBbE/Q9e16lZMdvw3dPYJjGRRvswFEBIkSig9QCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h279/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B75%2B-%2Bpavilion%2Bband%2Bshell%2Bin%2Bpark%2Bast%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="times" size="5">A typical old town street scene:</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--u6THcXFVzA/Xr_1UdIP2pI/AAAAAAACBbY/o_kDfsbscvAi2eSEyoZSEizeB62DrQPpACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2Bold%2Btown%2Bstreet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1358" data-original-width="912" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--u6THcXFVzA/Xr_1UdIP2pI/AAAAAAACBbY/o_kDfsbscvAi2eSEyoZSEizeB62DrQPpACK4BGAsYHg/w430-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B65%2Bold%2Btown%2Bstreet.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">And the church at the end of it, Santa Maria del Coro - a really dramatic facade:</font></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tep1J-NZB1c/Xr_2CM1QXzI/AAAAAAACBbs/riDK87n-WqUWgXaAO-xX2-J_wPIeTw7FACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B77%2B-%2BBasilica%2Bof%2BSanta%2BMaria%2Bdel%2BCoro%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1438" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tep1J-NZB1c/Xr_2CM1QXzI/AAAAAAACBbs/riDK87n-WqUWgXaAO-xX2-J_wPIeTw7FACK4BGAsYHg/w422-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B77%2B-%2BBasilica%2Bof%2BSanta%2BMaria%2Bdel%2BCoro%2Bin%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">It was mid-afternoon, and I found myself more than a tad peckish. There were almost too many restaurants to make my choice an easy one, so as I often do I kept strolling, reading outdoor menus and finally settled on a small cafe at one end of Constitution Square.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxuzBFuhWwE/Xr_2gzACZpI/AAAAAAACBcI/t2v1obJZX24JVcV80H0LsilHgh-JBuJZACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B79%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet%252C%2Bon%2BConstitution%2BSq.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1107" data-original-width="1465" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxuzBFuhWwE/Xr_2gzACZpI/AAAAAAACBcI/t2v1obJZX24JVcV80H0LsilHgh-JBuJZACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h484/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B79%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet%252C%2Bon%2BConstitution%2BSq.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Variations on tuna salad are ubiquitous in Spanish menus. Mine was not really special, but fine and filling for me. The potatoes were delicious, and as usual the wine was fine.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXSyGIlthf0/Xr_23wTeySI/AAAAAAACBck/Weh5uQn_ias_x1zafF1rmsLRtEmVZ09wgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B79%2B-%2Bwhat%2BI%2Bate%2Bthere.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1275" data-original-width="1700" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXSyGIlthf0/Xr_23wTeySI/AAAAAAACBck/Weh5uQn_ias_x1zafF1rmsLRtEmVZ09wgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h480/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B79%2B-%2Bwhat%2BI%2Bate%2Bthere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I wandered a bit more, as the old town is very attractive, along a tree-lined street not unlike Las Ramblas in Barcelona.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqnHnjPpoa4/Xr_3ZHDirwI/AAAAAAACBc4/F76zibnl00c6AkmD5vD4pej-oDN50gHTgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B76%2B-%2Bpark%2Bat%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bold%2Btown%2Band%2Bstreet%2Blike%2BLa%2BRambla.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1036" data-original-width="1700" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqnHnjPpoa4/Xr_3ZHDirwI/AAAAAAACBc4/F76zibnl00c6AkmD5vD4pej-oDN50gHTgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h390/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B76%2B-%2Bpark%2Bat%2Bedge%2Bof%2Bold%2Btown%2Band%2Bstreet%2Blike%2BLa%2BRambla.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then returned to my hotel via the beaches, passing along the way another hotel, the eminent Londres located just off the long lovely boardwalk. Sad to say I had priced that hotel before the trip and while it might&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;">have afforded great views of the bay from its upper levels, there was no way my wallet could afford a room.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtKDdhQusLA/Xr_4KpEjpYI/AAAAAAACBdY/vrqR9bz254YOflcQv5d0OkIp5wmOeEGpQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B64%2BHotel%2BLondres.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1128" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtKDdhQusLA/Xr_4KpEjpYI/AAAAAAACBdY/vrqR9bz254YOflcQv5d0OkIp5wmOeEGpQCK4BGAsYHg/w568-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B64%2BHotel%2BLondres.jpg" width="568" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Then the beaches - what a difference a day makes! The next three photos show views from approximately the same three locations that I'd snapped the day before (scroll back up for the comparison):</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3rNOqlO9gs/Xr_5NnMFwXI/AAAAAAACBdw/RjbG2IljKpogMktwikPCsnHgbEX0_1pywCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B68%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bleft%2Bin%2Bsunshine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="1700" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o3rNOqlO9gs/Xr_5NnMFwXI/AAAAAAACBdw/RjbG2IljKpogMktwikPCsnHgbEX0_1pywCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h252/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B68%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bleft%2Bin%2Bsunshine.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjTWX4BJf4s/Xr_5V2PpCnI/AAAAAAACBd8/20pl7jrORBAfVPcYJwXxVWUyGaZxEQIXACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B70%2B-%2Bbeach%2Blooking%2Bright%2Bin%2Bsunshine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="1750" height="268" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjTWX4BJf4s/Xr_5V2PpCnI/AAAAAAACBd8/20pl7jrORBAfVPcYJwXxVWUyGaZxEQIXACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h268/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B70%2B-%2Bbeach%2Blooking%2Bright%2Bin%2Bsunshine.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48YZmMpkZyc/Xr_5fS635sI/AAAAAAACBeM/UBDF1vdi4DUlEE4d6RkjGVCi1ahtU4UkQCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B69%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bin%2Bsunshine%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="1750" height="306" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48YZmMpkZyc/Xr_5fS635sI/AAAAAAACBeM/UBDF1vdi4DUlEE4d6RkjGVCi1ahtU4UkQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h306/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B69%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bin%2Bsunshine%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And then to my room, my bed, and a well-deserved nap!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On my third and final day in this beautiful place I first hopped the funicular to the top of Mount Igueldo. Another sunny day, and, but for a little haze, perfect for views overlooking the bays and beaches San Sebastian.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The iconic shot:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zP9UAZPFAo4/XsFHGadzfFI/AAAAAAACBfc/xCZtSClQMzMXi07sN-f5HiGCtWP1SBTpgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B1%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bfunic%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="939" data-original-width="1950" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zP9UAZPFAo4/XsFHGadzfFI/AAAAAAACBfc/xCZtSClQMzMXi07sN-f5HiGCtWP1SBTpgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h308/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B1%2B-%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bfunic%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">looking out to sea, to the left:&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfwitlbB968/XsFHQ88xfXI/AAAAAAACBfo/qnBEjfq23VES2-cpyfs5sYOqCqAF5D34wCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Blooking%2Bout%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bleft.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="1700" height="404" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfwitlbB968/XsFHQ88xfXI/AAAAAAACBfo/qnBEjfq23VES2-cpyfs5sYOqCqAF5D34wCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h404/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Blooking%2Bout%2Bto%2Bsee%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bleft.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and to the right:&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48hroyIhLJs/XsFLB3UNK7I/AAAAAAACBhU/hF9WTnaLUfYdiGWBD7S2CwyVuLEb19SfwCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B7%2B-%2Blooking%2Bout%2Bto%2Bsea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1283" data-original-width="1750" height="470" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-48hroyIhLJs/XsFLB3UNK7I/AAAAAAACBhU/hF9WTnaLUfYdiGWBD7S2CwyVuLEb19SfwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h470/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B7%2B-%2Blooking%2Bout%2Bto%2Bsea.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>There is a tacky, old-fashioned theme park at the top as well (closed that day), and a restaurant that features a terrace with a view.</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaUHfvjbAtw/XsFIl6Ypp8I/AAAAAAACBgM/GgEyxyvaPYQCirzKg2fiRBosklBXcmz1gCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B8%2B-%2Band%2Bif%2Byou%2Blike%2Bwhy%2Bnot%2Bhave%2Ba%2Bcoffee%2Bor%2Bthree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="1700" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaUHfvjbAtw/XsFIl6Ypp8I/AAAAAAACBgM/GgEyxyvaPYQCirzKg2fiRBosklBXcmz1gCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h310/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B8%2B-%2Band%2Bif%2Byou%2Blike%2Bwhy%2Bnot%2Bhave%2Ba%2Bcoffee%2Bor%2Bthree.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I wandered around the peak for a bit, but as the line for coffee and a table was long, I assured myself that I had taken more than enough photos, took the funicular back down to the beaches.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">From here I took a brisk walk the entire length of the boardwalk, admiring the beautiful arc of beaches,&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2mS0abnR3A/XsFJVmGgrcI/AAAAAAACBgg/jduGC72VizI_Otvx212zt9L3jSpAlU8RwCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B20-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bat%2BDonostia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="963" data-original-width="1700" height="362" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2mS0abnR3A/XsFJVmGgrcI/AAAAAAACBgg/jduGC72VizI_Otvx212zt9L3jSpAlU8RwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h362/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B20-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bat%2BDonostia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">ultimate destination? The old town, seen here below Mount Urgull</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Y6btfRGROo/XsFKXk2OgqI/AAAAAAACBhA/j8KzKh5XU1wYEF_mc2yaGz2V4XQbzE6_wCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Band%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="1700" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Y6btfRGROo/XsFKXk2OgqI/AAAAAAACBhA/j8KzKh5XU1wYEF_mc2yaGz2V4XQbzE6_wCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h300/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2B-%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Band%2Bold%2Btown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">which I continued to explore. First, I had a look at the interior of Santa Maria del Coro</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQqQPmro1jU/XsFMdphiXfI/AAAAAAACBh0/RQbRJ7WR9FsITAxjSmwvepxAEjbNuWPPwCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B35%2B-%2BSanta%2BMaria%2Bdel%2Bcoro.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQqQPmro1jU/XsFMdphiXfI/AAAAAAACBh0/RQbRJ7WR9FsITAxjSmwvepxAEjbNuWPPwCK4BGAsYHg/w480-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B35%2B-%2BSanta%2BMaria%2Bdel%2Bcoro.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">for a Spanish Catholic church, whose interiors can be almost garishly overdone, somewhat understated. Once outside again I strolled more old town streets, just for the joy of it, rediscovering Constitution Square</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJVKvl7cLlQ/XsFOSgZNF5I/AAAAAAACBig/L_PDm6sHX_0jJt5VnR-rBk7Dcg9Dh4rNACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B71%2Bedge%2Bof%2BConstitution%2BPlaza.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1178" data-original-width="850" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJVKvl7cLlQ/XsFOSgZNF5I/AAAAAAACBig/L_PDm6sHX_0jJt5VnR-rBk7Dcg9Dh4rNACK4BGAsYHg/w462-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B71%2Bedge%2Bof%2BConstitution%2BPlaza.jpg" width="462" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">but also searching menus, as lunchtime was approaching.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wC49DBDoz0w/XsFNrnDwY8I/AAAAAAACBiM/Tx2U1vqBNTEBLVqN6nm3ocxmdazAS6z3gCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B47%2B-%2Bold%2Btown%2Bstreet%2Bon%2Bwhich%2Bmy%2Beatery%2Bwas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wC49DBDoz0w/XsFNrnDwY8I/AAAAAAACBiM/Tx2U1vqBNTEBLVqN6nm3ocxmdazAS6z3gCK4BGAsYHg/w556-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B47%2B-%2Bold%2Btown%2Bstreet%2Bon%2Bwhich%2Bmy%2Beatery%2Bwas.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On the street above I found a place whose menu appealed to me. Its name is difficult to pronounce, but memorable. The service, fyi, was excellent as was the food. I recommend it!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZxGxDc5fg8/XsFPZuQHN9I/AAAAAAACBjA/hKD35eCzz14etWAxyy8775iFHPgaVmmpACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B41%2B-%2Bhad%2Ba%2Bvery%2Bnice%2Blast%2Blunch%2Bhere.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1302" data-original-width="1300" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZxGxDc5fg8/XsFPZuQHN9I/AAAAAAACBjA/hKD35eCzz14etWAxyy8775iFHPgaVmmpACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B41%2B-%2Bhad%2Ba%2Bvery%2Bnice%2Blast%2Blunch%2Bhere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I ordered hake with prawn, garlic and potatoes,&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PO14yNoHECM/XsFQYnHQK6I/AAAAAAACBjY/iOhupemov9ITnZ1LiRnungc6ZqIr9Z8EwCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B46%2B-%2Bmy%2Bhake%2Bwith%2Bprawn%252C%2Bgarlic%2Band%2Bpotatoes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1430" data-original-width="1500" height="610" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PO14yNoHECM/XsFQYnHQK6I/AAAAAAACBjY/iOhupemov9ITnZ1LiRnungc6ZqIr9Z8EwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h610/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B46%2B-%2Bmy%2Bhake%2Bwith%2Bprawn%252C%2Bgarlic%2Band%2Bpotatoes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and washed it down with that great local wine, Txakoli:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_pCXVO1VE8/XsFQtRFSzeI/AAAAAAACBjs/4F7rCGUrQIgGkox5ne-42w8k6dQ2XIO7wCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B44%2Bmy%2Btasty%2Bbottle%2Bof%2BTxakoli.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1859" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_pCXVO1VE8/XsFQtRFSzeI/AAAAAAACBjs/4F7rCGUrQIgGkox5ne-42w8k6dQ2XIO7wCK4BGAsYHg/w258-h640/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B44%2Bmy%2Btasty%2Bbottle%2Bof%2BTxakoli.jpg" width="258" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Below, how to achieve the sparkling effect of what is not a sparkling wine. The pour from afar, by a handsome young fellow who knows what he's doing!&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BScFM_vzC5s/XsFRVx0esQI/AAAAAAACBkE/mQl4Dn4WfcItojGYZGTMdkx4WEXLs6ZIgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B45%2B-%2Band%2Bthe%2Bman%2Bwho%2Bknows%2B%2Bhow%2Bto%2Bmake%2Bit%2Bsparkle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1379" data-original-width="1400" height="630" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BScFM_vzC5s/XsFRVx0esQI/AAAAAAACBkE/mQl4Dn4WfcItojGYZGTMdkx4WEXLs6ZIgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h630/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B45%2B-%2Band%2Bthe%2Bman%2Bwho%2Bknows%2B%2Bhow%2Bto%2Bmake%2Bit%2Bsparkle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Ubarrechena is also a gelateria, and featured other delicious looking desserts, but I decided to walk off the main course before taking another nibble.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I had a look at the imposing City Hall from both sides</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtCR_lwqxjI/XsFSJ9iKUuI/AAAAAAACBkg/Kx7fAX3EUz4K2-KByIKyip7RTT8hys2bgCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B72%2BCity%2BHall%2BI%2Bthink.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1750" height="286" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rtCR_lwqxjI/XsFSJ9iKUuI/AAAAAAACBkg/Kx7fAX3EUz4K2-KByIKyip7RTT8hys2bgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h286/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B72%2BCity%2BHall%2BI%2Bthink.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLHXN1P78Tk/XsFST9rfJ5I/AAAAAAACBks/Z2RSVWqoRso0tg2Iqsos4dNqLMWUZbrNACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B73%2BCity%2BHall%2Bother%2Bside.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1305" data-original-width="1750" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLHXN1P78Tk/XsFST9rfJ5I/AAAAAAACBks/Z2RSVWqoRso0tg2Iqsos4dNqLMWUZbrNACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h478/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B2%2B73%2BCity%2BHall%2Bother%2Bside.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and took in a view of the city hall, Mount Urgull and its Sagrado Corazon (Sacred Heart) statue from from behind a friendly lion in a pretty park,&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBPIO1rwxyk/XsFSsLvqGSI/AAAAAAACBlI/x27RKYKt-qMHKjVVZ4U__bi791cvkusogCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B51%2B-%2BMt%2BUrgull%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Bcity%2Bpark%2Bcopy%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="807" data-original-width="1660" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBPIO1rwxyk/XsFSsLvqGSI/AAAAAAACBlI/x27RKYKt-qMHKjVVZ4U__bi791cvkusogCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h312/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B51%2B-%2BMt%2BUrgull%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Bcity%2Bpark%2Bcopy%2B2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">even stumbled upon a relatively peaceful political protest!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWMnei3QEQw/XsFTqwDu7NI/AAAAAAACBls/-sqZUZ3PvjcjNxJ0GJZD9ipVdzlc2-a1ACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B60%2B-%2Bday%2Bafter%2Bthe%2Belections%2Ba%2Bpolitical%2Brally.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="1700" height="235" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WWMnei3QEQw/XsFTqwDu7NI/AAAAAAACBls/-sqZUZ3PvjcjNxJ0GJZD9ipVdzlc2-a1ACK4BGAsYHg/w400-h235/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B60%2B-%2Bday%2Bafter%2Bthe%2Belections%2Ba%2Bpolitical%2Brally.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="times" size="5">But left it in favor of a gelato, a very fine one, chocolate and pistachio, a favorite combo of mine:&nbsp;</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7QAswkXdLA/XsFUehhowHI/AAAAAAACBmA/ZPIP9DqlD5gDEaRrtEYO9UD_ISS5MIW-gCK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B49%2B-%2BI%2Bdid%2Btoday%2B-%2Bchoc%2Band%2Bpistachio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1263" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7QAswkXdLA/XsFUehhowHI/AAAAAAACBmA/ZPIP9DqlD5gDEaRrtEYO9UD_ISS5MIW-gCK4BGAsYHg/w285-h400/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B49%2B-%2BI%2Bdid%2Btoday%2B-%2Bchoc%2Band%2Bpistachio.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Spent a bit of time in another charming park just outside of the old town&nbsp;</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1gA1KPtmGM/XsFVKLKA_NI/AAAAAAACBmc/xxKIa2iXI14760E1kouSB-XwMouY35YSACK4BGAsYHg/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B52%2Bpretty%2Bpark%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bwaited%2Bforthe%2Btour%2Bbus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1044" data-original-width="1700" height="394" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1gA1KPtmGM/XsFVKLKA_NI/AAAAAAACBmc/xxKIa2iXI14760E1kouSB-XwMouY35YSACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h394/San%2BSebastian%2Bday%2B3%2B52%2Bpretty%2Bpark%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bwaited%2Bforthe%2Btour%2Bbus.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">before calling it a day, the last of three of the happiest days in a very satisfying three-week trip. The rest of my time was spent relaxing in a grand city I'd already visited twice, Barcelona. But to read about that you need to open my next post. Salud!</font></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-73537873514312754962021-03-09T09:40:00.008-05:002021-03-18T09:12:31.659-04:00Bloggo Iberico: Spring in Northern Spain 2019 6 - First three days in Barcelona<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">You may<font>&nbsp;recall th</font>at I began this trip in by landing in Madrid, then immediately traveling to Segovia. As the last new destination on my journey, San Sebastian, was much nearer than Barcelona, I decided that I would train there and fly back to the US of A from the Catalonian capital. I frequently from home into one city and out of another - sometimes it is actually less expensive and usually more convenient.&nbsp;</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="times" size="5">But Barcelona is not simply a city to train into, spend the night, and fly away. While I had already visited twice, I decided to spend nearly a week in the city, and instead of rushing to see as many landmarks as possible,I decided to relax and get to know the lovely place at a more relaxed and leisurely pace. SO glad I did!</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">In early visits I stayed at hotels near the old city, and it's still my favorite part of town, but Barcelona has a very impressive public transportation system, so I thought, "Why not stay in a part of the city that I'd not yet come to know, and use my transport card to zip me wherever in the city I wanted to go?" So I chose what I call "monumental" Barcelona: the Plaça de Espanya.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lklaTv_Qpno/XsPl8puS5yI/AAAAAAACBow/_6kIe4dYsZw7XmYGZDdrQflQe8qdhehFwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B11%2B-%2Bmuseum%2Bof%2BCatalonian%2BArt.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1131" data-original-width="1700" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lklaTv_Qpno/XsPl8puS5yI/AAAAAAACBow/_6kIe4dYsZw7XmYGZDdrQflQe8qdhehFwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h426/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B11%2B-%2Bmuseum%2Bof%2BCatalonian%2BArt.jpg" title="MNAC, along the Avinguda de la Reina Maria Cristina" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><font size="4">MNAC, at the end of the Avinguda de la Reina Maria Christina</font></td></tr></tbody></table><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><font>The&nbsp;</font><span>Plaça was built on the occasion of the International Exposition in 1929, and in the immediate vicinity of the very busy traffic circle at its center there are a number of attractions, among them the Museo Nacional d'Art de Catalunia (a mouthful, so hereafter MNAC) The Arenas de Barcelona, once a bullring, now a fashionable shopping mall, with a raft of restaurants as well as shops, many encircling the roof of the building, with good views as well as good (and alas not so good) food, the odd Venetian Towers, and the Caixa Forum. It is also at the foot of the great hill (or small mountain?), Montjuic, so easily accessible to the Olympic sites, and more important for me, the excellent Miro Museum.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zkAukfA-2Q/XsPmmWvmlVI/AAAAAAACBpE/fRfBrrqh0T0txK0WlvoWLYCpV2eVp4bgwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B2%2B-%2Bmy%2Bnew%2Bneighborhood.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="1356" height="478" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zkAukfA-2Q/XsPmmWvmlVI/AAAAAAACBpE/fRfBrrqh0T0txK0WlvoWLYCpV2eVp4bgwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h478/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B2%2B-%2Bmy%2Bnew%2Bneighborhood.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><font size="4">The Arena with its outdoor elevator, the traffic circle and the monumental statue</font></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gK5IiDzRq8E/XsPnl0MWqVI/AAAAAAACBpk/YDDlmaJhz0ohK6J0p7gTc8PD3_Ch-0arwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B13%2B-%2Bthe%2BCaixa%2BForum.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="985" data-original-width="1700" height="370" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gK5IiDzRq8E/XsPnl0MWqVI/AAAAAAACBpk/YDDlmaJhz0ohK6J0p7gTc8PD3_Ch-0arwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h370/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B13%2B-%2Bthe%2BCaixa%2BForum.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><font size="4">The Caixa Forum</font></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zW_VLDf-j-Q/XsPn1JgkxjI/AAAAAAACBpw/9G4lR7MYgiAx_tqsNZoOKLJobTivQH0MQCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B9%2B-%2Bthe%2BTorres%2BVeneciannes.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="1616" height="328" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zW_VLDf-j-Q/XsPn1JgkxjI/AAAAAAACBpw/9G4lR7MYgiAx_tqsNZoOKLJobTivQH0MQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h328/Barcelona%2Bday%2B1%2B9%2B-%2Bthe%2BTorres%2BVeneciannes.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><font size="4">The Torres Veneciannes (Venetian Towers) - interesting, but why, exactly?<br />Arena in the distance, also the traffic circle and in the far distance, Montjuic</font></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I had booked a hotel on the Gran Via, called oddly enough the Ayre Hotel Gran Via, just one block from the traffic circle, on the side of that busy street and circle nearest MNAC. One of the several entrances to the Metro is on that side of the circle, a relief as it meant not having to cross the hectic Gran Via as often as I might have done. to get to Metro or Museum.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GusUOXvElTI/XsPqCilB1wI/AAAAAAACBqY/iYqaE2OVrGUpjeM8EW0WRLYxUMZTlvSmACK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B42%2B-%2Bthe%2Bentrance%2Bto%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1174" data-original-width="1334" height="353" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GusUOXvElTI/XsPqCilB1wI/AAAAAAACBqY/iYqaE2OVrGUpjeM8EW0WRLYxUMZTlvSmACK4BGAsYHg/w400-h353/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B42%2B-%2Bthe%2Bentrance%2Bto%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><font size="4">The entrance to my hotel</font></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">By the time I got my bearings in the neighborhood it was mid-afternoon, so I decided to have a late lunch, and maybe an evening stroll after a nap. To be as close in physical proximity to my nap as possible, I chose as my luncheon spot the hotel's own cafe.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-vYYsUcHYo/XsPrrPOCeoI/AAAAAAACBq0/Dzsg_X4g3gsVFWl1ztqHGkSXBrXY99_7wCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2B1%2B*2%2B-%2Bmy%2Bcomplicated%2Bburger%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U-vYYsUcHYo/XsPrrPOCeoI/AAAAAAACBq0/Dzsg_X4g3gsVFWl1ztqHGkSXBrXY99_7wCK4BGAsYHg/s320/Barcelona%2B1%2B*2%2B-%2Bmy%2Bcomplicated%2Bburger%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bhotel.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><font size="4">My lunch, a very complicated but tasty burger</font><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There I made the acquaintance of a polite young waiter, who, in excellent English, struck up a conversation. He was very enthused about visiting the US, interestingly favoring the West Coast over the East - a long journey! I hope he made it, as he took care of and was friendly to me during my entire stay. That means a lot to a solivigant!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I mentioned that this trip was to be leisurely, and I made a point of it, as after my lunch I had a nap, and after that simply relaxed. Unusual for me and a pleasure.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="font-size: large;">Next morning, after a fine and filling breakfast at the hotel, I initiated my Metro Pass and headed towards another bustling center in the city, the&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;">Plaça de Catalunya. I am going on a bus tour tomorrow - destination? I'll keep you in suspense - and wanted to be certain I knew exactly where to catch the right bus. If you've been around that square in the morning, you'll know that there are many tour buses heading out from town, plus the open-top bus tours IN town. Found that, then took a photo of one of my favorite statues in the square:</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHHQPC2_kLk/XsgQKtMSV1I/AAAAAAACBw8/-aQIUaY_xosXs2C-8s86YDhRyS_t987OwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B1%2B-%2BBarcelona%2Bstatue%2Bin%2BCatalunya%2BPlaca.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="1350" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AHHQPC2_kLk/XsgQKtMSV1I/AAAAAAACBw8/-aQIUaY_xosXs2C-8s86YDhRyS_t987OwCK4BGAsYHg/w626-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B1%2B-%2BBarcelona%2Bstatue%2Bin%2BCatalunya%2BPlaca.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This monumental work is titled Catalunya - It honors the 122nd president of the Catalans, Francesc Macia (governed 1932-33), who favored solidarity for Catalunya.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I then strolled aimlessly, enjoying La Rambla de Catalunya, not as crazily busy and crowded Ramblas of greater fame.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tERdUXMIDlI/XsgTXAql6BI/AAAAAAACBxY/R5K3Msl7pC0vkyRIVihnKEror0Aoei6PgCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B2%2B-%2BRambla%2Bde%2BCatalunya.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1102" data-original-width="1700" height="414" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tERdUXMIDlI/XsgTXAql6BI/AAAAAAACBxY/R5K3Msl7pC0vkyRIVihnKEror0Aoei6PgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h414/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B2%2B-%2BRambla%2Bde%2BCatalunya.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One of the very first things I saw on my stroll caught my eye - it would have caught anyone's from the US - the Obama Gastropub! Nowhere in my albeit brief search did I find that it was connected to the American president, and it is apparently decorated with African memorabilia. It wouldn't open for at least an hour, so I kept walking - meant to get back to check it out, but never did - maybe next time?</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytwRV3YCIig/XsgTvP3N0aI/AAAAAAACBxk/CujERZK_boA7i82BfFL5PbIMFUosA8IyQCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B1%2B-%2Ba%2Bfunny%2Bthing%2Bhappened%2Bon%2Bthe%2BRambla.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1048" data-original-width="1400" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytwRV3YCIig/XsgTvP3N0aI/AAAAAAACBxk/CujERZK_boA7i82BfFL5PbIMFUosA8IyQCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h300/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B1%2B-%2Ba%2Bfunny%2Bthing%2Bhappened%2Bon%2Bthe%2BRambla.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I continued all the way to the end of that pretty road, where I came upon a peculiar but not unwelcome statue called The Coquettish Giraffe - why not? S/he was trying her best to to hide the MacDonald's in the distance, at least that's what I felt - and was grateful - too many of them all over Europe...ah well</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMfn6aGsxzk/XsgWPjw_NOI/AAAAAAACByI/P60Q8sEtXbE698uuJBWbzwNyoTZHJunzwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcoquettish%2Bgiraffe%252C%2Bby%2BJosep%2BGranyer%2By%2BGiralt%252C%2Bmy%2Battention.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1483" data-original-width="1700" height="558" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMfn6aGsxzk/XsgWPjw_NOI/AAAAAAACByI/P60Q8sEtXbE698uuJBWbzwNyoTZHJunzwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h558/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B3%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcoquettish%2Bgiraffe%252C%2Bby%2BJosep%2BGranyer%2By%2BGiralt%252C%2Bmy%2Battention.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Quite nearby I entered a courtyard that was so densely grown with foliage that I nearly felt as if I'd left the city and was in a forest!&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ng35LvidDtk/XsgXLI8JhSI/AAAAAAACByY/lIhgtACFwsYi_Uy77bgDELEE8njix9FnQCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B4%2B-%2Bgardens%2Bof%2Bthe%2BPalau%2BRobert.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="1700" height="412" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ng35LvidDtk/XsgXLI8JhSI/AAAAAAACByY/lIhgtACFwsYi_Uy77bgDELEE8njix9FnQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h412/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B4%2B-%2Bgardens%2Bof%2Bthe%2BPalau%2BRobert.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The gardens of Palau Robert, above and below, cool, pretty, and restful</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igLxgEgO2yU/XsgXcC6T3lI/AAAAAAACBys/KTt7CtxPBAocUptXc1bjv9XXOeOxalGzACK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B5%2B-%2Bgardens%2Bof%2BPR%2Bagain%2B-%2Blooks%2Blike%2Bthe%2Bforest%2Bprimeval.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1286" data-original-width="1700" height="484" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igLxgEgO2yU/XsgXcC6T3lI/AAAAAAACBys/KTt7CtxPBAocUptXc1bjv9XXOeOxalGzACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h484/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B5%2B-%2Bgardens%2Bof%2BPR%2Bagain%2B-%2Blooks%2Blike%2Bthe%2Bforest%2Bprimeval.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I then headed back to my own neighborhood, as was intent on seeing the collection of Catalan Art, very near my hotel. It's quite a climb but I was convinced it would be worth it - goal for the day: make it up those many stairs!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HikVp55r-WI/Xsgbzw7_wBI/AAAAAAACBzQ/m6ezNqUjpQUPSvwYljoJOWxr7gnmN6TZACK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B13%2B-%2Bmy%2Bgoal%2Bwas%2Bto%2Bmake%2Bit%2Bup%2Ball%2Bthose%2Bstairs.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1700" height="322" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HikVp55r-WI/Xsgbzw7_wBI/AAAAAAACBzQ/m6ezNqUjpQUPSvwYljoJOWxr7gnmN6TZACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h322/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B13%2B-%2Bmy%2Bgoal%2Bwas%2Bto%2Bmake%2Bit%2Bup%2Ball%2Bthose%2Bstairs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">To my chagrin, I had forgotten - and so had many other tourists - that was 1 May - a public holiday...all sorts pf people were milling around the entrance, perhaps in the vain hope that the guards would notice, take pity, and let them in...at least there is a great view of the city from the top!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gFp5e7XiRI/XsgcoFxRQNI/AAAAAAACBzk/VT-ndkGXF-87-d0Q9j_GxrWTxxY-57wkACK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B25%2B-%2Band%2Ba%2Bgreat%2Bview%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="1532" height="392" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gFp5e7XiRI/XsgcoFxRQNI/AAAAAAACBzk/VT-ndkGXF-87-d0Q9j_GxrWTxxY-57wkACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h392/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B25%2B-%2Band%2Ba%2Bgreat%2Bview%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The fountain in the above photo is pretty, but modest, even close up.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC3GxkwDu20/XsgdYxWDaoI/AAAAAAACBz4/N3RDZHPaw3csTa6UBX2TM-wohc_TOhcjQCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2Bthey%2Bdo%2Bseem%2Bmagic%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bdoes%2Bftn%2Bend%2Band%2Bclouds%2Bbegin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="913" data-original-width="1750" height="334" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC3GxkwDu20/XsgdYxWDaoI/AAAAAAACBz4/N3RDZHPaw3csTa6UBX2TM-wohc_TOhcjQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h334/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B18%2B-%2Bthey%2Bdo%2Bseem%2Bmagic%2B-%2Bwhere%2Bdoes%2Bftn%2Bend%2Band%2Bclouds%2Bbegin.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">That changes at night, when this fountain becomes dramatic, almost magic - you'll see what I mean, but not quite yet. Lovely though. I like the way it is sometimes difficult to tell the jets of water from the clouds.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Above the fountain water cascades - from below,&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iILfvwZaulk/XsgeND_T7YI/AAAAAAACB0U/cTR5RHAg63Q9G862zIBuRlL6ojLB6aQwwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B20%2B-%2Ba%2Bcloser%2Blook%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bcascading%2Bwater.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="1700" height="466" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iILfvwZaulk/XsgeND_T7YI/AAAAAAACB0U/cTR5RHAg63Q9G862zIBuRlL6ojLB6aQwwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h466/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B20%2B-%2Ba%2Bcloser%2Blook%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bcascading%2Bwater.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">then from above</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MgMWPFpAQFA/XsgesN9epcI/AAAAAAACB0g/MIaoMfjYDKseZc7jEHhgmD8Uzg0mVsexwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B26%2B-%2BLooking%2Bdown%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bcascades.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1700" height="508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MgMWPFpAQFA/XsgesN9epcI/AAAAAAACB0g/MIaoMfjYDKseZc7jEHhgmD8Uzg0mVsexwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h508/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B26%2B-%2BLooking%2Bdown%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bcascades.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><font face="times" size="5">I suppose I could have had a late lunch at my hotel, but opted for the bullring/mall instead</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2AgCq9uBUY/Xsgfbvwtq3I/AAAAAAACB1A/LJO6EM2QiRkjn1OEnE319Fj-G7ZZPxoJwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B32%2B-%2BI%2Bwent%2Bto%2Beat%252C%2Bat%2BAbrassame%252C%2Bone%2Bof%2Bseveral%2Beateries%2Batop%2Bthe%2Bring.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1144" data-original-width="1700" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2AgCq9uBUY/Xsgfbvwtq3I/AAAAAAACB1A/LJO6EM2QiRkjn1OEnE319Fj-G7ZZPxoJwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h430/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B32%2B-%2BI%2Bwent%2Bto%2Beat%252C%2Bat%2BAbrassame%252C%2Bone%2Bof%2Bseveral%2Beateries%2Batop%2Bthe%2Bring.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">I headed up to the roof - elevators or escalators will get you there easily enough, and chose the place above, named Abramassame. I had a huge lunch, beginning with a croquette (it looked so lonely on the plate that I won't bore you with it. The salad came next, and it was really good, tuna based. I could and maybe should have settled for that</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuCtws5cM0g/Xsgg1H_OEKI/AAAAAAACB1c/CDw6dArHCWE0o60RD6lQJIcwIVwGdha7wCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2Bsecond%2Ba%2Bgood%2Bsalad%2Bwith%2Btuna.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1283" data-original-width="1600" height="321" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DuCtws5cM0g/Xsgg1H_OEKI/AAAAAAACB1c/CDw6dArHCWE0o60RD6lQJIcwIVwGdha7wCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h321/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B34%2B-%2Bsecond%2Ba%2Bgood%2Bsalad%2Bwith%2Btuna.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">But what had caught my attention was the fresh bass - the whole fish - but while it was difficult to eat - the bones - it was delicious.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_VJFWDDxEQ/XsghAon34YI/AAAAAAACB1o/5SD-Q10K0F05EQjDdXIb8ZXe31PKRm-_wCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B35%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmain%2Bcourse%2Bwas%2Bbass%2Bgreat%252C%2Bbut%2Bthe%2Bbones%2Bare%2Bdifficult.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1143" data-original-width="1700" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t_VJFWDDxEQ/XsghAon34YI/AAAAAAACB1o/5SD-Q10K0F05EQjDdXIb8ZXe31PKRm-_wCK4BGAsYHg/s320/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B35%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmain%2Bcourse%2Bwas%2Bbass%2Bgreat%252C%2Bbut%2Bthe%2Bbones%2Bare%2Bdifficult.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Afterwards a sorbet, but, like the croquette, while it tasted great, it was too dull to waste the space for a photo insert here. Instead, I spent a bit of time on the roof. The view is not nearly as good as from the Museum of Catalan Art, but not bad.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbC3WH5g60Q/XsghiCTmr9I/AAAAAAACB18/QuUNbmz9NJ0Vr8KV-axxW6GVak3aXAOVgCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B37%2B-%2Bthe%2Bview%2Bis%2Bnot%2Bgreat%252C%2Bexcept%2Bfor%2Ba%2Bpatch%2Bof%2Bcolor%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bback.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1138" data-original-width="1700" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbC3WH5g60Q/XsghiCTmr9I/AAAAAAACB18/QuUNbmz9NJ0Vr8KV-axxW6GVak3aXAOVgCK4BGAsYHg/s320/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B37%2B-%2Bthe%2Bview%2Bis%2Bnot%2Bgreat%252C%2Bexcept%2Bfor%2Ba%2Bpatch%2Bof%2Bcolor%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bback.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><font>if you look close, at the far end and up left, just below the skyscrapers, you'll see a bright sculpture, another of the fine public art all over the city. I left the mall/bullring and</font><span>&nbsp;attempted to walk off lunch getting to the sculpture, and was rewarded by the excellent work of Joan Miro.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RizAiTEFpfI/XsgjdO0oXVI/AAAAAAACB2g/WWHrZb7z85YNAKTYKBAol1VixyMlLIaSwCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B38%2B-%2Bbig%2Band%2Bbright.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1269" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RizAiTEFpfI/XsgjdO0oXVI/AAAAAAACB2g/WWHrZb7z85YNAKTYKBAol1VixyMlLIaSwCK4BGAsYHg/w504-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B38%2B-%2Bbig%2Band%2Bbright.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Titled The Woman and Bird (Dona i Ocell) it looks good from any angle - above and below:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kJtHPgxTZs/Xsgju63Hd_I/AAAAAAACB2s/XqDyiy06mHEp1SoeFgOrLPuK9ggVmqtQgCK4BGAsYHg/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Banother%2Bangle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1485" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4kJtHPgxTZs/Xsgju63Hd_I/AAAAAAACB2s/XqDyiy06mHEp1SoeFgOrLPuK9ggVmqtQgCK4BGAsYHg/w388-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B2%2B39%2B-%2Banother%2Bangle.jpg" width="388" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After enjoying a close look, I wended my way back to my hotel, and being full from food and tipsy from the wine with which I washed it down, had a lovely late afternoon nap.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On the morning of my third day in Barcelona I hopped aboard a tour bus headed to Montserrat, not far from and high above the city. The first view of the rocks that form it is below, a photo taken from the bus:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdm5hKfugu0/Xt5txF7hGVI/AAAAAAACB8M/bdtU9Z-k4pEpCDT46X9piflhPXQbQqPAQCK4BGAsYHg/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bsighting%2Bof%2BMontserrat%2Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1600" height="294" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdm5hKfugu0/Xt5txF7hGVI/AAAAAAACB8M/bdtU9Z-k4pEpCDT46X9piflhPXQbQqPAQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h294/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B4%2B-%2Bfirst%2Bsighting%2Bof%2BMontserrat%2Bcopy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Our bus deposited our group and tour guide at the entrance to the cog train station:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJK0c6pzqnw/Xt5uWSIrJ9I/AAAAAAACB8g/8hFChIdNOM8qA2n707Pbas32CMNb9e0xACK4BGAsYHg/s1400/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B5%2B-%2Bthe%2Brack%2Btrain%2Bstation%2Bat%2BMontserrat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1292" data-original-width="1400" height="369" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pJK0c6pzqnw/Xt5uWSIrJ9I/AAAAAAACB8g/8hFChIdNOM8qA2n707Pbas32CMNb9e0xACK4BGAsYHg/w400-h369/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B5%2B-%2Bthe%2Brack%2Btrain%2Bstation%2Bat%2BMontserrat.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And we ascended at a very steep angle to the abbey itself, where our delightful guide Lina (in the foreground at right in the photo below) discussed with us the history of this naturally protected place,&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkk0pJjazL8/Xt5woVkrxzI/AAAAAAACB9A/quFiEWvJ7uQ60DHxFJMxnxSlolEuq-DbwCK4BGAsYHg/s1130/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B7%2B-%2Bour%2Bdelightful%2Bguide%2BLina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkk0pJjazL8/Xt5woVkrxzI/AAAAAAACB9A/quFiEWvJ7uQ60DHxFJMxnxSlolEuq-DbwCK4BGAsYHg/w284-h400/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B7%2B-%2Bour%2Bdelightful%2Bguide%2BLina.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">then gave us suggestions on how best to spend our time. Three options, basically: go farther up the mountain via gondola, hike to a distant perch at the edge of the mountain, or stay at the abbey proper, enter it, and listen to the choir sing, and perhaps visit the art gallery.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I managed all but the first option. Much as I'd have liked to ascended even higher, there was already a long line at for the gondola, and I wanted to get a good walk in, and certainly to see the abbey interior, hear the choir, and if possible, also take a turn through the art gallery. As there was a fair amount of time before the choir was to sing, I opted to hike first. As interesting as the complex is there are beautiful views to be had along the way to my destination: The Cross of St Michael.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShgINzeMHVY/Xt5zcANJtqI/AAAAAAACB9c/djHLQdlfzrkYo84WlHmYo1s8rwogmx0tACK4BGAsYHg/s1800/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B8%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1109" data-original-width="1800" height="394" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShgINzeMHVY/Xt5zcANJtqI/AAAAAAACB9c/djHLQdlfzrkYo84WlHmYo1s8rwogmx0tACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h394/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B8%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bst6283YC8/Xt5znCZAYKI/AAAAAAACB9o/5LQn-rMrp-wqBsBIz-BunLumaq70WkEFQCK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B9%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="1700" height="430" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6bst6283YC8/Xt5znCZAYKI/AAAAAAACB9o/5LQn-rMrp-wqBsBIz-BunLumaq70WkEFQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h430/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B9%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6u8bATcEe7o/Xt506sTE8PI/AAAAAAACB-M/nUCyLRDmaAMez8gXR2_kyrJsvLU1s725ACK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B10%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1298" data-original-width="1700" height="488" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6u8bATcEe7o/Xt506sTE8PI/AAAAAAACB-M/nUCyLRDmaAMez8gXR2_kyrJsvLU1s725ACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h488/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B10%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="times" size="5">In the distance, just right of center, you should be able to make out the cross - this photo was taken near the beginning of the hike:</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I11OONdt5II/Xt51m6mykHI/AAAAAAACB-g/oWbFt8pSGnc62l-4z1372XRabNqkG8bVACK4BGAsYHg/s2000/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B12%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1059" data-original-width="2000" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I11OONdt5II/Xt51m6mykHI/AAAAAAACB-g/oWbFt8pSGnc62l-4z1372XRabNqkG8bVACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h338/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B12%2B-%2Bviews%2Bfrom%2BM.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In case you can't see the cross from the above shot, this is about as much zoom that my point-and-shoot could offer.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPOoaCMUMAQ/Xt51yg9njxI/AAAAAAACB-s/9EanfggQex8RxIxfXsrZM-KgJanaKwZgwCK4BGAsYHg/s1000/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B14%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcross%2Bof%2BSt%2BMichael%2Bmaybe%2B-%2BI%2Bwalked%2Bthere.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="886" data-original-width="1000" height="568" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPOoaCMUMAQ/Xt51yg9njxI/AAAAAAACB-s/9EanfggQex8RxIxfXsrZM-KgJanaKwZgwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h568/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B14%2B-%2Bthe%2Bcross%2Bof%2BSt%2BMichael%2Bmaybe%2B-%2BI%2Bwalked%2Bthere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This trek became more a forced march than a pleasant walk. It was more distant than I imagined, and uphill - a gentle grade, but the closer I approached, the more exhausted I became. The walk back down was easier, but I'll admit it was much more than I'd bargained for.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">However, on the return I was afforded a view of the complex that I can only describe as iconic, not only to see how it is situated, but to admire the wildly dramatic rock formations that nearly surround it. To gaze on these I felt as if, in a tectonic shift, they burst up out of the earth only yesterday!&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70PqGHophsQ/Xt55KptUjNI/AAAAAAACB_U/YiyUytrU4Fc8v5TL8eJotDdENpGeg6m0wCK4BGAsYHg/s1615/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B16a%2B-%2Bpics%2Bof%2BM%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="1615" height="378" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70PqGHophsQ/Xt55KptUjNI/AAAAAAACB_U/YiyUytrU4Fc8v5TL8eJotDdENpGeg6m0wCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h378/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B16a%2B-%2Bpics%2Bof%2BM%2Bfrom%2Bmy%2Bwalk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Here are a few more photos of those glorious formations</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHYozVTsdlo/Xt55wv4r3hI/AAAAAAACB_o/rBx72hWrUvMCEgwvjwe_ICxYoX9u7fJ0QCK4BGAsYHg/s1800/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2Bstone%2Bwith%2Bcomplex%2B-%2Bhuman%2Bfingers%2Breaching%2Bup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1800" height="428" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHYozVTsdlo/Xt55wv4r3hI/AAAAAAACB_o/rBx72hWrUvMCEgwvjwe_ICxYoX9u7fJ0QCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h428/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B27%2Bstone%2Bwith%2Bcomplex%2B-%2Bhuman%2Bfingers%2Breaching%2Bup.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdU_HhXUgSE/Xt56ERMpbZI/AAAAAAACB_8/GkCSMKfImeQ6pbBa3Wn_gum1XypZKTCAACK4BGAsYHg/s1133/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B28%2B-%2Bstone%2Bwith%2Bcomplex.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1133" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdU_HhXUgSE/Xt56ERMpbZI/AAAAAAACB_8/GkCSMKfImeQ6pbBa3Wn_gum1XypZKTCAACK4BGAsYHg/w564-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B28%2B-%2Bstone%2Bwith%2Bcomplex.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="times" size="5">The stones protect, I suppose, but they also nearly overpower the abbey, the oldest part of which is shown in the above photo. I must confess that though I know very little about&nbsp; geology, I was more impressed with them than with the abbey itself.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uko6zv9vsMY/Xt5-XqPrv9I/AAAAAAACCAg/CHH52wwHjVoK_2-kstIm3ez7OSDj_I0mQCK4BGAsYHg/s1217/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B19%2B-%2Bfacade%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bchurch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1217" data-original-width="816" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uko6zv9vsMY/Xt5-XqPrv9I/AAAAAAACCAg/CHH52wwHjVoK_2-kstIm3ez7OSDj_I0mQCK4BGAsYHg/w269-h400/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B19%2B-%2Bfacade%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bold%2Bchurch.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Now, to the abbey, the entrance of which is depicted above. Its full name is Santa Maria de Montserrat, was founded by the Benedictines in the 11th century, and rebuilt in the 19th and 20th centuries. The abbey still functions today, with between 70 to 80 monks living and working there, though I saw none of them on the day of my visit. My guess is that with the crowds of visitors they prefer not to be seen.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSQxhQyE7Ko/Xt6BDj2N-AI/AAAAAAACCA8/JSfUmXiExmMMuHC6-1eegH8nUENNU2ZjgCK4BGAsYHg/s1153/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B21%2B-%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Binterior.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1153" data-original-width="799" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gSQxhQyE7Ko/Xt6BDj2N-AI/AAAAAAACCA8/JSfUmXiExmMMuHC6-1eegH8nUENNU2ZjgCK4BGAsYHg/w444-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B21%2B-%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bthe%2Binterior.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">I have one piece of advice to you should you decide to hear the choir: arrive and find a seat well before the choir begins to sing. Because of my hike, while I did arrive in time, so did bunches of other tourists. They can be really ugly sometimes, can tourists. There was such a mob at the rear of the church that - and I do not exaggerate - I was nearly crushed by people who insisted on pushing their way in when there was absolutely no room for them. It didn't stop. Not only could I barely breathe, I could barely hear the the concert. The crush was made even worse when many of the people who had jostled their way in&nbsp; listened to a chorus or two from one song, then turned and pushed their way back out. Below you can view a few of those awful, inconsiderate people - ugh! To paraphrase Olivia in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night,&nbsp; Rudesby, be gone!</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCVdcFTPwqA/Xt6CKKdjFjI/AAAAAAACCBU/cdFnFYVbp4YLX17uP4Fi8dEL4zATPW1GgCK4BGAsYHg/s1218/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B22%2Bunruly%2Bcrowd%2Bin%2Bchurch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1218" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCVdcFTPwqA/Xt6CKKdjFjI/AAAAAAACCBU/cdFnFYVbp4YLX17uP4Fi8dEL4zATPW1GgCK4BGAsYHg/w526-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B22%2Bunruly%2Bcrowd%2Bin%2Bchurch.jpg" width="526" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">What should have been a pleasant experience turned into a bit of a horror show. Sad. This was not a special day, nor was it at the height of tourist season. Not sure why the entrance is not controlled or patrolled. I certainly saw no sign of it.</font></div><div><font face="times" size="5"><br /></font></div><div><font size="5"><span style="font-family: times;">Before we leave the abbey, a note on its most famous inhabitant, Our Lady of Montserrat, or the Virgin of Montserrat, even more specifically the Black Madonna of Montserrat.</span>&nbsp;</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QbJwrkdDuo/Xt6Erunf4LI/AAAAAAACCBw/Hk_9RgfaxTc3aQMm6oe8N2-oox5u3qy6ACK4BGAsYHg/s1431/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B43%2B-%2Bthe%2BBlack%2BMadonna.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1422" data-original-width="1431" height="398" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5QbJwrkdDuo/Xt6Erunf4LI/AAAAAAACCBw/Hk_9RgfaxTc3aQMm6oe8N2-oox5u3qy6ACK4BGAsYHg/w400-h398/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B43%2B-%2Bthe%2BBlack%2BMadonna.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">This famed image once bore the inscription "Nigra Sum, Sed Formosa" - "I am Black, but Beautiful." And today the Catalans call her affectionately La Moreneta, "the little dark one." She is located high above the the high altar, and the day I was there the longest line by far to get into the church, was not for a seat in the nave, but to climb a fair amount of stairs to kiss the hand of La Moreneta. There are any number of rumors as to her origins, some dating back to ancient Rome. As in so many places through Europe, what are now churches were Roman temples. That's true of Montserrat, but most scholars think that she is a Romanesque 12th century wood sculpture.</font></div><div><font face="times" size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">I cannot tell you how happy I was to leave the abbey. The eateries in the complex were packed, but while I was very hungry I used my remaining time to visit the small but eclectic and nicely curated Museum of Montserrat. Much of the collection in Catalan art, but the oldest exhibit is a 13th century BC Egyptian sarcophagus. There are Byzantine icons, a 13th to 18th century gallery, and 19th-20th century art. I focused on the last of these, and a few favorites can be seen just below. My very favorite has as much to do with its title as the work itself. Below is the painting:</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJBwwuE9e4E/Xt6MG3BpbGI/AAAAAAACCCM/T_manwWN7WwXakGhafsTB7Uldf4oxmCKQCK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B45%2B-%2BCafe%2Bdes%2BIncoherents%252C%2BSantiago%2BRusinol%2B1889-90.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1164" data-original-width="1700" height="438" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cJBwwuE9e4E/Xt6MG3BpbGI/AAAAAAACCCM/T_manwWN7WwXakGhafsTB7Uldf4oxmCKQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h438/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B45%2B-%2BCafe%2Bdes%2BIncoherents%252C%2BSantiago%2BRusinol%2B1889-90.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">and here is the title: Cafe des Incoherents - I love it, and all similar incoherent cafes. Santiago Rusinol is the artist, and he painted this in 1889-90. But I also fell in love with this one</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ667jiYeQU/Xt6Mtfp4cRI/AAAAAAACCCg/MjhbQ0Q92cgecihoEo-RrHFfmbDBemOTgCK4BGAsYHg/s1205/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B46%2B-%2BMadeleine%252C%2BRamon%2BCasas%252C%2BParis%2B1892.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1205" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ667jiYeQU/Xt6Mtfp4cRI/AAAAAAACCCg/MjhbQ0Q92cgecihoEo-RrHFfmbDBemOTgCK4BGAsYHg/w504-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B46%2B-%2BMadeleine%252C%2BRamon%2BCasas%252C%2BParis%2B1892.JPG" width="504" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">called Madeleine, painted by Ramon Casas in Paris, 1892.</font></div><div><font face="times" size="5"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">There are many more to choose from but I'll leave you with two of Montserrat itself. The first is from the late 16th or early 17th century by everyone's favorite painter, Anonymous:</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enVbgTtOJaM/Xt6OK3aCkyI/AAAAAAACCDA/yNXZoOiwRLIWG-eGh-gVm1Cmny24wb75QCK4BGAsYHg/s1144/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B47%2B-%2BMont%2BSerat%2Blate%2B16th%2Bearly%2B17th%2Bc.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1144" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-enVbgTtOJaM/Xt6OK3aCkyI/AAAAAAACCDA/yNXZoOiwRLIWG-eGh-gVm1Cmny24wb75QCK4BGAsYHg/w504-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B47%2B-%2BMont%2BSerat%2Blate%2B16th%2Bearly%2B17th%2Bc.JPG" width="504" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><font size="4">I</font><font size="5">n that painting you'll note a very different looking abbey complex from today's.&nbsp;</font></span></div><div><font face="times" size="4"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And a much more recent take, by Joaquim Mir, painted circa 1908-11</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eu51qAAc9Ls/Xt6PtLFyf3I/AAAAAAACCDw/DxJKSOw0NWo_POXlLzAuKpiYKLUSXyx3gCK4BGAsYHg/s2646/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B49%2B-%2BMontserrat%252C%2BPath%2Bto%2Bthe%2BHoly%2BCave%252C%2BJoaquim%2BMir%252C%2B1908-11%2B.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2318" data-original-width="2646" height="560" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eu51qAAc9Ls/Xt6PtLFyf3I/AAAAAAACCDw/DxJKSOw0NWo_POXlLzAuKpiYKLUSXyx3gCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h560/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B49%2B-%2BMontserrat%252C%2BPath%2Bto%2Bthe%2BHoly%2BCave%252C%2BJoaquim%2BMir%252C%2B1908-11%2B.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And then I found my tour bus, and soon we were wending our way back to Barcelona. I managed to get a pretty good shot of the mountains surrounding the abbey:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dR8exMqvqoc/Xt6PN5c56YI/AAAAAAACCDY/_s29GPWBmz4IzxymjtfUJPEZ1-gH8kN_wCK4BGAsYHg/s2000/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B38%2B-%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Bdistance%2B-%2Bbest.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="2000" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dR8exMqvqoc/Xt6PN5c56YI/AAAAAAACCDY/_s29GPWBmz4IzxymjtfUJPEZ1-gH8kN_wCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h236/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B38%2B-%2Bfrom%2Ba%2Bdistance%2B-%2Bbest.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Upon arrival back in the big city, I made my way back to my hotel, supped on a very tasty Caesar salad,</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKN6Slrlyxw/Xt6P0b37RLI/AAAAAAACCD8/_GcfRzjq5foZBxl7aw22zb1432agSZa-ACK4BGAsYHg/s1060/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B55%2B-%2Bmy%2Btasty%2Bchicken%2BCaesar%2Bat%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1060" data-original-width="950" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKN6Slrlyxw/Xt6P0b37RLI/AAAAAAACCD8/_GcfRzjq5foZBxl7aw22zb1432agSZa-ACK4BGAsYHg/w359-h400/Barcelona%2Bday%2B3%2B55%2B-%2Bmy%2Btasty%2Bchicken%2BCaesar%2Bat%2Bmy%2Bhotel.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">headed to my room and had a very good night's sleep. If I haven't put YOU to sleep, look for my final post on this wonderful journey, coming very soon!</font></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-26405395392448984482021-03-09T09:37:00.010-05:002021-03-18T09:12:48.564-04:00Bloggo Iberico: Spring in Northern Spain 2019 7 - Last three days in Barcelona, and of the trip<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>After the day trip from Barcelona to Montserrat, at nearly the end of my three week visit in Spain, I realized that I was not as energetic as I once was. I had scheduled another, which I was quite excited about. It included the Dali Museum in Figueres and a trip to the coast to see Cadaques, known as the "pearl of the Costa Brava." But it was a full day outing, lasting approximately 12 hours. Much as I would have liked to cap my trip with this adventure I canceled, opting instead for three relaxing days in Barcelona.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>And I mean relaxing! I visited three museums, but otherwise wandered, sat in parks, strolled along the Ramblas and stopped to sip a cool drink or three, accompanied by tapas, visited the beaches...aaahhh...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CdBhr-SMO8/Xt_DBMi_mgI/AAAAAAACCEc/lvCoKX9hG4M0qIncnPm0sSLFAML8NoWYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B8%2B-%2Bwhat%2Ba%2Bdifference%2Ba%2Bday%2Bmakes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1018" data-original-width="1500" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5CdBhr-SMO8/Xt_DBMi_mgI/AAAAAAACCEc/lvCoKX9hG4M0qIncnPm0sSLFAML8NoWYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B8%2B-%2Bwhat%2Ba%2Bdifference%2Ba%2Bday%2Bmakes.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Day four was a bit of a washout, which meant indoor activity. I finally visited the Museum of Catalan Art (the view from it above will show you what a difference a day makes), which is really wonderful.</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbXT9kll9FM/Xt_EdFaCySI/AAAAAAACCEo/__K-UhPTX1UW426LMs_fZRfGSeW883XPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B18%2B-%2Bearly%2B15th%2Bc%2BCatalan%2BRomanesque%2Bfresco%2Band%2Baltar.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1206" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbXT9kll9FM/Xt_EdFaCySI/AAAAAAACCEo/__K-UhPTX1UW426LMs_fZRfGSeW883XPgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B18%2B-%2Bearly%2B15th%2Bc%2BCatalan%2BRomanesque%2Bfresco%2Band%2Baltar.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>An entire section of the museum was devoted to Romanesque Catalan churches, the above just one of many.&nbsp;</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>In another part of the museum there were paintings, including work by Spaniards such as the "Apparition of our Lady of the Pillar" by Goya,</span></span><div><font size="4"><br /></font><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiWe0E9ztUg/Xt_G5Nt-yUI/AAAAAAACCE0/uD0jUjtbJ0MIk5zanC4yE087w2YXQc3lACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B25%2B-%2BApparition%2Bof%2BOUr%2BLady%2Bof%2Bthe%2BPillar%2BGoya%2B-%2B1775-85.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1144" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiWe0E9ztUg/Xt_G5Nt-yUI/AAAAAAACCE0/uD0jUjtbJ0MIk5zanC4yE087w2YXQc3lACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B25%2B-%2BApparition%2Bof%2BOUr%2BLady%2Bof%2Bthe%2BPillar%2BGoya%2B-%2B1775-85.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and "Christ and the Cross by El Greco.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrD8vFFu_nw/Xt_HUAVmMgI/AAAAAAACCE8/rv0ask8QQAAkats4KV1axxHP7zxz7EePgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B29%2B-%2BChrist%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcross%2BEl%2BGreco%2B1590-95%2B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1282" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wrD8vFFu_nw/Xt_HUAVmMgI/AAAAAAACCE8/rv0ask8QQAAkats4KV1axxHP7zxz7EePgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B29%2B-%2BChrist%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcross%2BEl%2BGreco%2B1590-95%2B.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>But several painters from other European countries were also represented, such as this from Lucas Cranach the Elder of Germany, titled "The Ill-Matched Couple" (one of a series with the same name):</span><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qsEmQrMk44/Xt_IPoL6keI/AAAAAAACCFI/FKADZUB28c87AuF4cKmi-b62iGjP14W7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B28%2B-%2BCranach%2B-%2Bathe%2Bill%2Bmatched%2Bcouple.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qsEmQrMk44/Xt_IPoL6keI/AAAAAAACCFI/FKADZUB28c87AuF4cKmi-b62iGjP14W7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B28%2B-%2BCranach%2B-%2Bathe%2Bill%2Bmatched%2Bcouple.jpg" width="507" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and Italian Giandomenico Tiepolo's "The Minuet."</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJA4jbDPQhw/Xt_JrxzbRNI/AAAAAAACCFU/CSi13VAqNf8o2AuFzyRR24kP5jRUwwG0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B31%2B-%2BGiandomenico%2BTiepolo%2Bson%2B-%2BThe%2BMinuet%2B1756.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1310" data-original-width="1600" height="522" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DJA4jbDPQhw/Xt_JrxzbRNI/AAAAAAACCFU/CSi13VAqNf8o2AuFzyRR24kP5jRUwwG0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B31%2B-%2BGiandomenico%2BTiepolo%2Bson%2B-%2BThe%2BMinuet%2B1756.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>These few works are meant to give you a taste for it, in hope that you will make it part of your trip to Barcelona. I love Gaudi and the Modernistas, but there is more to be seen than that style of art.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>Oh, and in case you wonder what is under the dome of the museum, it is an area called the Sala Oval,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJUuRWLF5tc/Xt_QFP97UJI/AAAAAAACCGA/GMaJIo3xsqQBDg0S25l_KM_-sotvRIgUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B38%2B-%2Bhuge%2Bcentral%2Bhall%2Bat%2BMNAC.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1295" data-original-width="1600" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJUuRWLF5tc/Xt_QFP97UJI/AAAAAAACCGA/GMaJIo3xsqQBDg0S25l_KM_-sotvRIgUQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B38%2B-%2Bhuge%2Bcentral%2Bhall%2Bat%2BMNAC.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>a huge space for meetings and concerts:</span><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJW1P176zV8/Xt_QVhruDnI/AAAAAAACCGI/-1_M1-tZOxs3A9jtGT_yKhLD1pE9mUyEQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B39%2B-%2BSala%2BOval%252C%2Bthe%2Borgan.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="426" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WJW1P176zV8/Xt_QVhruDnI/AAAAAAACCGI/-1_M1-tZOxs3A9jtGT_yKhLD1pE9mUyEQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B39%2B-%2BSala%2BOval%252C%2Bthe%2Borgan.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After a morning at the museum the rain had not stopped, so I decided to eat in the neighborhood, at the bullring/mall. I found a place inside - many, many eateries in addition to those on the rooftop - a place called Gusto's nothing special, a salad that was fresh, and a pizza that I would rank below frozen pizza from your local grocery. I like to post photos of the food I eat on these trips, but this one I'll spare you, except for the cutest thing about it, the placemat - remember the name, and skip it</span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myc4os4xeos/Xt_MmxmfexI/AAAAAAACCFg/pZ0-Thm9qXo36qLr6EXEM9OoCw52HNwPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B9%2B-%2BGusto%2527s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="759" data-original-width="1600" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myc4os4xeos/Xt_MmxmfexI/AAAAAAACCFg/pZ0-Thm9qXo36qLr6EXEM9OoCw52HNwPwCLcBGAsYHQ/s400/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B9%2B-%2BGusto%2527s.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>The wine,&nbsp;</span><span>at least,</span><span>&nbsp;was fine.</span><br /><span><br /></span><span>The interior of the mall is very high tech, particularly in the areas around the escalators. In the photo below I'm at the top of one, staring across at another. Even on a dull, rainy day there is a brightness about it.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYMv0wdj7mA/Xt_NAGGSBDI/AAAAAAACCFo/Sqbuyi4zVSQmwf8iBmA39Gifeh3P-g-OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B3%2B-%2Bbullring%2Btwo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1267" data-original-width="950" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYMv0wdj7mA/Xt_NAGGSBDI/AAAAAAACCFo/Sqbuyi4zVSQmwf8iBmA39Gifeh3P-g-OgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B3%2B-%2Bbullring%2Btwo.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And youngsters are kept busy and delighted. My still photo cannot do justice to the fact that the images are constantly changing, so the feeling of skipping from one rock to the next, trying to keep from hitting the "water."</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpxt7UGhDz8/Xt_NNOPKdpI/AAAAAAACCFs/eoUigvSstyQb-OM7zqB12ArZ4psFCYWRACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B10%2B-%2Bgreat%2Bfun%2Bfor%2Bkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="1600" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jpxt7UGhDz8/Xt_NNOPKdpI/AAAAAAACCFs/eoUigvSstyQb-OM7zqB12ArZ4psFCYWRACLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B4%2B10%2B-%2Bgreat%2Bfun%2Bfor%2Bkids%2Bat%2Bthe%2Bmall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I retired to my hotel early, had a nice nap and later a few drinks at the bar. A rainy day, but for the most part (don't forget Gusto's) not at all unpleasant.&nbsp;</span><div><font face="times" size="5"><br /></font></div><div><font><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">On day Five the good weather returned!</span><br /></font><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vl-13jB_SIw/XuElE2R0haI/AAAAAAACCGg/vSmGWY2Yj_kkKCz5uZMtsTunSHK0BRpzgCK4BGAsYHg/s1750/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B1%2B-%2BFC%2BBarca.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="1750" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vl-13jB_SIw/XuElE2R0haI/AAAAAAACCGg/vSmGWY2Yj_kkKCz5uZMtsTunSHK0BRpzgCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h300/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B1%2B-%2BFC%2BBarca.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">First thing in the morning I embarked on a mission, at FC Barca&nbsp; (above). I'm not much of a sports fan, but my brother Phil is, and his 14 year old son Cameron is an avid fan. When I'm in Europe, which since 2012 has been at lest once, often twice a year, I find the shop - in this case it's title Megastore, and it lives up to its name - and find something, usually a jersey, I think he'll like and bring it back to him.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4A_cm5QPpY/XuEl8QcnrRI/AAAAAAACCG0/X04SoEpMshMrJ3IZ78ri6_kq4ZTRcWHTQCK4BGAsYHg/s1750/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B9%2B-%2Bthe%2BMegashop%2Bat%2BFCB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="888" data-original-width="1750" height="324" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4A_cm5QPpY/XuEl8QcnrRI/AAAAAAACCG0/X04SoEpMshMrJ3IZ78ri6_kq4ZTRcWHTQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h324/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B9%2B-%2Bthe%2BMegashop%2Bat%2BFCB.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Above is some of the lower level, the ground level above is even larger - all things Barca can be had here. Below is another shot of the stadium.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFcR32tk3YM/XuEmmZpuZgI/AAAAAAACCHQ/bHES25o0ATsudUcNx8T-2Nu9R3HiBrZwACK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B5%2B-%2Bagain%2Bthe%2Bstadium.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="1700" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aFcR32tk3YM/XuEmmZpuZgI/AAAAAAACCHQ/bHES25o0ATsudUcNx8T-2Nu9R3HiBrZwACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h252/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B5%2B-%2Bagain%2Bthe%2Bstadium.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><font face="times" size="5">Mission accomplished, I headed to the old town and, after the mandatory stroll on Las Ramblas.</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5xAfG2qCoI/XuJiwsYNstI/AAAAAAACCH0/tS45hualUNcGrcJglfviyVhF7pfyPyh3wCK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B15%2B-%2Balong%2BLas%2BRamblas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="953" data-original-width="1700" height="358" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E5xAfG2qCoI/XuJiwsYNstI/AAAAAAACCH0/tS45hualUNcGrcJglfviyVhF7pfyPyh3wCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h358/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B15%2B-%2Balong%2BLas%2BRamblas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><font face="times" size="5">La Boqueria is always tempting, but also always crowded.&nbsp;</font></div><div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx3q5Xz7jUI/XuJjP3koExI/AAAAAAACCIE/qNzoL3Qzcog9AJk8RwXKf1o_9WPHKzw2gCK4BGAsYHg/s1500/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B16%2B-%2BLa%2BBoqueria.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1075" data-original-width="1500" height="458" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx3q5Xz7jUI/XuJjP3koExI/AAAAAAACCIE/qNzoL3Qzcog9AJk8RwXKf1o_9WPHKzw2gCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h458/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B16%2B-%2BLa%2BBoqueria.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><font size="4"><br /></font></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><font size="5">As I'd sampled its wares on previous trips so instead I left</font><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Las Ramblas</span><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;and not far away I&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: large;">found my museum du jour, in the Plaça del Rei, part of which you can see below, from the steps of the museum itself.</span></span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIBBJ8ncmJ8/XuJmbWjfpGI/AAAAAAACCIk/tOz4FAdX6y05WOm5z4DZuvIduYrzMRz4ACK4BGAsYHg/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B23%2B-%2Bwhen%2Byou%2527re%2Bfinished%2Byou%2Bcome%2Bout%2Bonto%2Bthe%2BPlaca%2Bdel%2BRei.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1600" height="514" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIBBJ8ncmJ8/XuJmbWjfpGI/AAAAAAACCIk/tOz4FAdX6y05WOm5z4DZuvIduYrzMRz4ACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h514/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B23%2B-%2Bwhen%2Byou%2527re%2Bfinished%2Byou%2Bcome%2Bout%2Bonto%2Bthe%2BPlaca%2Bdel%2BRei.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The museum du jours title is the Museum of the City of Barcelona, but you'd have to be interested in Roman Barcelona to really enjoy it. Located in the shadow of the cathedral, its sits above ruins, and much of it is underground looking down into the ruins in a very well planned and explained (via numerous explanatory plaques). I very much enjoyed my time there.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPmbSTDs6jE/XuJnpPWuocI/AAAAAAACCI8/f38wW0q05GsqIzvbYTTnuDHD8DQUNIfGwCK4BGAsYHg/s1778/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B22%2B-%2Bmuch%2Bof%2Bit%2Bis%2Bunderground.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1778" data-original-width="1700" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPmbSTDs6jE/XuJnpPWuocI/AAAAAAACCI8/f38wW0q05GsqIzvbYTTnuDHD8DQUNIfGwCK4BGAsYHg/s320/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B22%2B-%2Bmuch%2Bof%2Bit%2Bis%2Bunderground.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I chose poorly for lunch, so I'll show you only its entrance, so you can avoid it on your own visit.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BbGl27tGcU/XuJpGSSXoRI/AAAAAAACCJY/_1LPd3wcBkw3mj7SurUPvFtmBDe_dCOEwCK4BGAsYHg/s1301/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B26%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1301" data-original-width="850" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_BbGl27tGcU/XuJpGSSXoRI/AAAAAAACCJY/_1LPd3wcBkw3mj7SurUPvFtmBDe_dCOEwCK4BGAsYHg/w261-h400/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B26%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bet.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">From there it was only a few steps to a favorite spot of mine, the Plaça Reial, a real beauty:</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9SHyqG3XDA/XuJqNVRg61I/AAAAAAACCJw/b8g6l8p10-wcWlbVf-20ycZXN5ac5Cj6ACK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B28%2B-%2BPlaca%2BReial.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="1700" height="466" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9SHyqG3XDA/XuJqNVRg61I/AAAAAAACCJw/b8g6l8p10-wcWlbVf-20ycZXN5ac5Cj6ACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h466/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B28%2B-%2BPlaca%2BReial.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This is where I "shoulda' et" but the eateries on it - and there are several - were packed. Ah well, another time perhaps...&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">And I came upon a really good Gelateria Italiana nearby.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fz8CJLjbMtw/XuJsSJC90jI/AAAAAAACCKM/3PH9nGNDm8kUVYtn3BmamTkU9kGyxmcLwCK4BGAsYHg/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B31%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Bmy%2Bgelato.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="1600" height="504" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fz8CJLjbMtw/XuJsSJC90jI/AAAAAAACCKM/3PH9nGNDm8kUVYtn3BmamTkU9kGyxmcLwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h504/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B31%2B-%2Bwhere%2BI%2Bhad%2Bmy%2Bgelato.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">so after a mediocre lunch I had a delicious dessert!&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9njMTkFvknQ/XuJticxAs0I/AAAAAAACCKg/0V9X3PExqO0Y3Xt0u8uga77XtFY9hJ0CACK4BGAsYHg/s1592/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B33%2B-%2Bmy%2Bgelato%2BNocciola%2Band%2BPistachio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1592" data-original-width="1400" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9njMTkFvknQ/XuJticxAs0I/AAAAAAACCKg/0V9X3PExqO0Y3Xt0u8uga77XtFY9hJ0CACK4BGAsYHg/w351-h400/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B33%2B-%2Bmy%2Bgelato%2BNocciola%2Band%2BPistachio.jpg" width="351" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I am a real traditionalist, and I can highly recommend the gelato pistacchio e nocciola (pistachio and hazelnut) - yum! After my gelato I strolled contentedly through the old town, coming across streets large (relatively), such as the Carrer de Ferran,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9DEsqu2Q2o/XuJuHZVXBtI/AAAAAAACCK4/MlbP0etIjjUW5jXuODWsk-P45gES-LLjACK4BGAsYHg/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B36%2B-%2Bthe%2BCarrer%2Bde%2BFerran%2Bis%2Ba%2Bgood%2Bway%2Bto%2Bget%2Bto%2Bseveral%2Binteresting%2Bspots.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1180" data-original-width="1600" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9DEsqu2Q2o/XuJuHZVXBtI/AAAAAAACCK4/MlbP0etIjjUW5jXuODWsk-P45gES-LLjACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h472/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B36%2B-%2Bthe%2BCarrer%2Bde%2BFerran%2Bis%2Ba%2Bgood%2Bway%2Bto%2Bget%2Bto%2Bseveral%2Binteresting%2Bspots.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and tiny, like the one below.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7Slkm2tVoE/XuJuovBGEmI/AAAAAAACCLQ/LwcKorHN4fMlVLqDozI8dKKOB1sygc5BACK4BGAsYHg/s1069/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B37%2B-%2Ba%2Bcolorful%2Bside%2Bstreet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="702" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7Slkm2tVoE/XuJuovBGEmI/AAAAAAACCLQ/LwcKorHN4fMlVLqDozI8dKKOB1sygc5BACK4BGAsYHg/w420-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B5%2B37%2B-%2Ba%2Bcolorful%2Bside%2Bstreet.jpg" width="420" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I returned to my hotel after my adventure in old town, as I needed to rest up before another kind of adventure, at night, the Fonta Magica, placed luckily less than two blocks from my hotel. along the steps up to the Museum of Catalan Art. I was told I should not miss it, so I did not. I was dazzled. You may recall a photo of the fountain during day from my first post on Barcelona. On certain nights of the week it becomes "magic" or at very least, surprising and colorful. I'll let a few of the many photos I took speak for themselves below&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tG0_-5v5SmI/XuJ0pCizkNI/AAAAAAACCMM/r80CrHiNg1ky1otkp4zba6TvO-Rv6pIdQCK4BGAsYHg/s1750/1%2BMagic%2Bfountain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="1750" height="330" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tG0_-5v5SmI/XuJ0pCizkNI/AAAAAAACCMM/r80CrHiNg1ky1otkp4zba6TvO-Rv6pIdQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h330/1%2BMagic%2Bfountain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTHtENM1FJA/XuJ00JldmEI/AAAAAAACCMY/gcmLr3I-uTAX8uEywJncVJ0UppNmFADggCK4BGAsYHg/s1750/3%2BMagic%2BFountain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="966" data-original-width="1750" height="354" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTHtENM1FJA/XuJ00JldmEI/AAAAAAACCMY/gcmLr3I-uTAX8uEywJncVJ0UppNmFADggCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h354/3%2BMagic%2BFountain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;">After this experience I hurried back via brightly colored tiny fountains</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlunyg4QsTI/XuJyZlAR-rI/AAAAAAACCLw/IJebpVheBZcJb85bzeT4GDS3an1v4b_6QCK4BGAsYHg/s3925/15%2BMagic%2BFountain.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2669" data-original-width="3925" height="272" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rlunyg4QsTI/XuJyZlAR-rI/AAAAAAACCLw/IJebpVheBZcJb85bzeT4GDS3an1v4b_6QCK4BGAsYHg/w400-h272/15%2BMagic%2BFountain.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">to my hotel room - it had been a long and very pleasant penultimate day of my trip to Spain.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">My sixth and final day was if anything even more relaxed than my fifth. I headed toward the waterfront</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGFJM-SWDTs/XuJ4doPCVmI/AAAAAAACCPo/D2y9lHJyuGYAhDW09LbAVJRkD6udlRpygCK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B24%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmarina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="784" data-original-width="1700" height="296" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sGFJM-SWDTs/XuJ4doPCVmI/AAAAAAACCPo/D2y9lHJyuGYAhDW09LbAVJRkD6udlRpygCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h296/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B24%2B-%2Bthe%2Bmarina.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;<span style="font-family: times;">1) because my museum du jour was on it, the Museum of the History of Catalunya. I loved it, but few if any of my photos turned out, so I can't prove it. You should give it a look. It is also housed in a historic building, the only one that remains of the old industrial port. And even if you don't like the museum, it is ringed by pricey restaurants...so you can't lose.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5kq7bqTjR0/XuJ45XhSpOI/AAAAAAACCQI/G9XHVKqIJbwF5tZzZeJ87Ne5OypgLHtcQCK4BGAsYHg/s1452/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B1%2B-%2Bmuseum%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1452" data-original-width="1024" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5kq7bqTjR0/XuJ45XhSpOI/AAAAAAACCQI/G9XHVKqIJbwF5tZzZeJ87Ne5OypgLHtcQCK4BGAsYHg/w452-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B1%2B-%2Bmuseum%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bday.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and 2) because I enjoy staring at the Mediterranean,&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoP2qi_9E2M/XuJ5hDxNycI/AAAAAAACCQg/bSgaREFGHfk5od8BfdQSeVHcCbYHZyM0gCK4BGAsYHg/s1600/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B26%2B-%2Bat%2Blast%252C%2Bthe%2BMed%252C%2Bwith%2Bluxury%2Bboutique%2BMarriott%2Bhotel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="1600" height="316" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DoP2qi_9E2M/XuJ5hDxNycI/AAAAAAACCQg/bSgaREFGHfk5od8BfdQSeVHcCbYHZyM0gCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h316/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B26%2B-%2Bat%2Blast%252C%2Bthe%2BMed%252C%2Bwith%2Bluxury%2Bboutique%2BMarriott%2Bhotel.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">being at the beach, particularly on a day when sea sparkles,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNr9dGuUluM/XuJ6XcYDEWI/AAAAAAACCRI/sg3SzNitgD8ki3kgAYS6AMyWYbCnUA6bQCK4BGAsYHg/s1371/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B25%2B-%2Bthe%2BMediterranean%2Ba-sparkle%252C%2Bwith%2Bsailboat%2Bsand%2Bsurfers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="1371" height="190" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNr9dGuUluM/XuJ6XcYDEWI/AAAAAAACCRI/sg3SzNitgD8ki3kgAYS6AMyWYbCnUA6bQCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h190/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B25%2B-%2Bthe%2BMediterranean%2Ba-sparkle%252C%2Bwith%2Bsailboat%2Bsand%2Bsurfers.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">and watching the people on it, no matter how odd - what ARE those two women doing?</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGFtkEgJVcg/XuJ6j2wCqyI/AAAAAAACCRU/2gRJ_rfTNXsJK8drBC9zRFatzhyGMHZdACK4BGAsYHg/s1300/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B29%2B-%2Bsomething%2Bsuspicious%2Bgoing%2Bon%2Bhere.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1300" height="590" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGFtkEgJVcg/XuJ6j2wCqyI/AAAAAAACCRU/2gRJ_rfTNXsJK8drBC9zRFatzhyGMHZdACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h590/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B29%2B-%2Bsomething%2Bsuspicious%2Bgoing%2Bon%2Bhere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">- as well as the public art and fun walkways all along the waterfront.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OI-uSWlBEXY/XuJ6-_bDwnI/AAAAAAACCRw/GKq55BzH0AMM9YCUMgqzP0x_Fb_EG5VEACK4BGAsYHg/s1440/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B21%2B-%2BGambrinus%2B-%2Blobster%2Bststue%2Bby%2BJavier%2BMariscal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="978" data-original-width="1440" height="434" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OI-uSWlBEXY/XuJ6-_bDwnI/AAAAAAACCRw/GKq55BzH0AMM9YCUMgqzP0x_Fb_EG5VEACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h434/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B21%2B-%2BGambrinus%2B-%2Blobster%2Bststue%2Bby%2BJavier%2BMariscal.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Above, Gambrinus, by Javier Mariscal, and below La Cap de Barcelona, by Roy Lichtenstein</span></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud-iTl6Nso4/XuJ7LPlWBsI/AAAAAAACCR8/wUJk73wQRA8nGJWN8FItRjI3sY7tqRy0ACK4BGAsYHg/s1347/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B23%2B-%2BLe%2BCap%2Bde%2BBarcelona%252C%2BRy%2BLichstenstein.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1347" data-original-width="900" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ud-iTl6Nso4/XuJ7LPlWBsI/AAAAAAACCR8/wUJk73wQRA8nGJWN8FItRjI3sY7tqRy0ACK4BGAsYHg/w428-h640/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B23%2B-%2BLe%2BCap%2Bde%2BBarcelona%252C%2BRy%2BLichstenstein.jpg" width="428" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnlylwTLsZ4/XuJ76JkFfxI/AAAAAAACCSk/i7bE21aAwL4HAVIjAcAeEmhN4splxmWOwCK4BGAsYHg/s1638/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B21%2B-%2Bwonderful%2Bopen%2Bspace%2Bnear%2Bthe%2Bsea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="921" data-original-width="1638" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mnlylwTLsZ4/XuJ76JkFfxI/AAAAAAACCSk/i7bE21aAwL4HAVIjAcAeEmhN4splxmWOwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h360/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B21%2B-%2Bwonderful%2Bopen%2Bspace%2Bnear%2Bthe%2Bsea.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">I love the long and wide pedestrian and cyclist paths at waterside. Then I returned to Las Ramblas.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOm8ldY38h4/XuJ-mizKiCI/AAAAAAACCTE/xZ73mdL7tjsR5P9hQ6TI4Jjbg68KXAqPwCK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B32%2B-%2Banother%2Bday%2Bon%2Bthe%2BLa%2BRambla.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="1700" height="410" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOm8ldY38h4/XuJ-mizKiCI/AAAAAAACCTE/xZ73mdL7tjsR5P9hQ6TI4Jjbg68KXAqPwCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h410/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B32%2B-%2Banother%2Bday%2Bon%2Bthe%2BLa%2BRambla.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There I was surprised by a parade&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14YzNM3bfsM/XuKBKxBIfJI/AAAAAAACCTg/ZOyMrdVxGfAHvT0NGDXZZSQRU76lfXGNACK4BGAsYHg/s1700/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B33%2B-%2Bmarch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1197" data-original-width="1700" height="450" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-14YzNM3bfsM/XuKBKxBIfJI/AAAAAAACCTg/ZOyMrdVxGfAHvT0NGDXZZSQRU76lfXGNACK4BGAsYHg/w640-h450/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B33%2B-%2Bmarch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">that I'm fairly certain commemorated the days from 3 -8 May 1937 in the Spanish Civil War, when factions in a shaky alliance on basically the same side (communists and anarchists vs the Republican government of Catalyuna) clashed repeatedly in the streets of Barcelona.&nbsp;</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPHLPO5rjOI/XuKBW8ikQzI/AAAAAAACCTs/WqwiFkEFAToekbHQbcPAqlk5AdAJxNY8wCK4BGAsYHg/s1500/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B34%2B-%2Bunlikely%2Bparade%2Bon%2BLa%2BRambla%2B-%2Bhammer%2Band%2Bsyckle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1305" data-original-width="1500" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPHLPO5rjOI/XuKBW8ikQzI/AAAAAAACCTs/WqwiFkEFAToekbHQbcPAqlk5AdAJxNY8wCK4BGAsYHg/w640-h556/Barcelona%2Bday%2B6%2B34%2B-%2Bunlikely%2Bparade%2Bon%2BLa%2BRambla%2B-%2Bhammer%2Band%2Bsyckle.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">That day was 5 May, during which some of the bloodiest battles were fought. I thought at the time that it was rather light in spirit, but after some research I realized that it was a march in remembrance of an awful several days in Barcelona. If you're interested you might want to read George Orwell's <i>Homage to Catalonia</i>. He lived through it (and a good bit more of the civil war) and writes a brilliant if terribly disillusioned account of it. And on that rather somber note I end my account of this trip to northern Spain. I am in the process of putting together an account of one other trip I took to the Iberian Peninsula - to Portugal. Hope to have some of those posts published soon. Salud!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-3779384125454817782017-11-10T17:19:00.001-05:002019-12-02T15:02:16.776-05:00Bloggo Andalusia: Nueve - Last But not Least: The AlhambraIf I had difficulty describing Granada, I may have an even tougher time adequately discussing one of the most wonderful places I have visited in all of Europe: The Alhambra.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycK81qDoN8U/WgYYpWtWisI/AAAAAAAB62E/5gI_Jsl4if4jJxj_d7pHLtXiMmiV0ffMACLcBGAs/s1600/31%2Bthat%2Bshot%2Bagain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="573" data-original-width="1355" height="270" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycK81qDoN8U/WgYYpWtWisI/AAAAAAAB62E/5gI_Jsl4if4jJxj_d7pHLtXiMmiV0ffMACLcBGAs/s640/31%2Bthat%2Bshot%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I saved it for last when planning my trip to Andalusia, as I was fairly sure it would be the best. And it was, along with the Mezquita in Cordoba. I took a three-hour tour, with 23 other English speakers, and if you go - and you should - I strongly urge you to do so as well. I know I would have loved the beautiful Moorish decor throughout even without a tour, but to get a real sense for the history of and the life in the fortress/palace complex, it should be seen under the guidance of an expert.<br /><br />I had three days in Granada, and wish I had booked one more. First it is a really cool city to relax in, but in addition to the Alhambra there are places associated with the great 20th century poet/playwright Federico Garcia Lorca, that I did not get to see. I'd also like to have taken a day trip into the mountains outside the city. But who knows? I may even return, though at nearly 71 years of age I have my doubts.<br /><br />The Alhambra was first occupied by the Moors in the late 9th century, and built possibly on the ruins of a Roman fort. The commanding views from many parts of the site make it a perfect place for defensive warfare.<br /><br />Most of what we see when we enter was built in the 14th century. The complex remained in Moorish hands until the Christian King Ferdinand besieged it and forced it to surrender in 1492. The last stronghold of Moorish rule had fallen, and it was here that Ferdinand and Isabella set up a court of their own inside it. Their grandson, Charles, who became Holy Roman Emperor (Charles V), made significant changes,&nbsp; tearing down a part of the complex and rebuilding it as a palace for himself. It's not nearly as interesting as are the Moorish sections.<br /><br />I took a long and fairly steep walk up to the entrance of the complex, arriving early for the 11 am tour. You can also travel up by taxi or bus, and you won't be nearly as sweaty as I was on arrival, but I soon cooled down and was glad I had taken the time. On the way up, in addition to the statue of Washington Irving you'll have seen in my last post, I passed through the Gate of Granada, the beginning of the climb.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAJq3bVjsjw/WgW5jFVK6TI/AAAAAAAB6vo/GknxYsu2HOUPlqP1mWw5szpPaqZSeV76ACLcBGAs/s1600/1%2Bbeginning%2Bthe%2Bclimb%2Bto%2BAlhambra%2B-%2BPuerta%2Bde%2Blas%2BGranadas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="1200" height="390" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAJq3bVjsjw/WgW5jFVK6TI/AAAAAAAB6vo/GknxYsu2HOUPlqP1mWw5szpPaqZSeV76ACLcBGAs/s640/1%2Bbeginning%2Bthe%2Bclimb%2Bto%2BAlhambra%2B-%2BPuerta%2Bde%2Blas%2BGranadas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />I stopped briefly at other pretty sites, good as well for catching my breath as I ascended, including this fountain<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHaXp05mjrU/WgW56VAqvlI/AAAAAAAB6vs/nQ4lzPKyp_opAUme41YyMfMjVnx3KswIwCLcBGAs/s1600/3%2Bftn%2Bon%2Bclimbe%2Bto%2BAlhambra%2B-%2Banything%2Bto%2Brest%2Ba%2Bbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="1200" height="422" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHaXp05mjrU/WgW56VAqvlI/AAAAAAAB6vs/nQ4lzPKyp_opAUme41YyMfMjVnx3KswIwCLcBGAs/s640/3%2Bftn%2Bon%2Bclimbe%2Bto%2BAlhambra%2B-%2Banything%2Bto%2Brest%2Ba%2Bbit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />and the Gate of Justice<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0aYtunqk-Y/WgW6K-VklmI/AAAAAAAB6v0/Djhs8k0qI4kxhdO8IsuqjBP_-L0jnItaQCLcBGAs/s1600/4%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bclimb%2Bup%2Bto%2BAlhambra%2B-%2BPuerta%2Bde%2Bla%2BJusticia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="1000" height="574" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0aYtunqk-Y/WgW6K-VklmI/AAAAAAAB6v0/Djhs8k0qI4kxhdO8IsuqjBP_-L0jnItaQCLcBGAs/s640/4%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bclimb%2Bup%2Bto%2BAlhambra%2B-%2BPuerta%2Bde%2Bla%2BJusticia.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />until finally I arrived at the main entrance, found the meeting point and waited for our tour guide to arrive. She was an animated and very bright woman of probably 40, whose English was as excellent as her knowledge of the Alhambra.<br /><br />She led us first through the lovely gardens of the Generalife, the palace of which we also visited. Below, some of our tour group as we entered the gardens,<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjeszL9keQo/WgW70V3StfI/AAAAAAAB6wA/wsoPR9VYWV0pVgNSVb7QfZFDj3HF7yE9wCLcBGAs/s1600/8%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bour%2Bgroup%2Bheads%2Bto%2BGeneralife%2Bgdns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="857" data-original-width="1250" height="438" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjeszL9keQo/WgW70V3StfI/AAAAAAAB6wA/wsoPR9VYWV0pVgNSVb7QfZFDj3HF7yE9wCLcBGAs/s640/8%2Bsome%2Bof%2Bour%2Bgroup%2Bheads%2Bto%2BGeneralife%2Bgdns.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />which, even in late October were lovely and colorful:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuxD1B3Xe1s/WgW8NmFo62I/AAAAAAAB6wE/2ucX8dUm5NYcDTCLdA5isKNSPZRSDu8JACLcBGAs/s1600/15%2Bthat%2Bmaze%2Bwall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1100" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iuxD1B3Xe1s/WgW8NmFo62I/AAAAAAAB6wE/2ucX8dUm5NYcDTCLdA5isKNSPZRSDu8JACLcBGAs/s640/15%2Bthat%2Bmaze%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZKY4UDmZSw/WgW8UdQYviI/AAAAAAAB6wM/mFQPT_407MA1axEttRGt_MyXvrFIRb5hgCLcBGAs/s1600/14%2Btrees%2Band%2Bfountains.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1039" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZKY4UDmZSw/WgW8UdQYviI/AAAAAAAB6wM/mFQPT_407MA1axEttRGt_MyXvrFIRb5hgCLcBGAs/s640/14%2Btrees%2Band%2Bfountains.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><br />Our guide - I think her name was Aranca - leads us into a maze.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgyH8bFGjc4/WgW8eFtbHUI/AAAAAAAB6wQ/_QZzQ4RP19wyCxtIufL-ymfDiuSzF2I1QCLcBGAs/s1600/20%2Bour%2Bguide%2BAranca%2B-%2Bmaybe%2B-%2Benters%2Bthe%2Bmaze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1100" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hgyH8bFGjc4/WgW8eFtbHUI/AAAAAAAB6wQ/_QZzQ4RP19wyCxtIufL-ymfDiuSzF2I1QCLcBGAs/s640/20%2Bour%2Bguide%2BAranca%2B-%2Bmaybe%2B-%2Benters%2Bthe%2Bmaze.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4-dQzsI3to/WgW8o54XZiI/AAAAAAAB6wU/1GS9RgXDOUgmobm1OF76m3db2KEIjPluwCLcBGAs/s1600/23%2BGeneralife%2Bgdns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1100" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4-dQzsI3to/WgW8o54XZiI/AAAAAAAB6wU/1GS9RgXDOUgmobm1OF76m3db2KEIjPluwCLcBGAs/s640/23%2BGeneralife%2Bgdns.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We then entered the palace, a lovely place but quite modest compared to those that we would see later in the day.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0GFAiThT2Y/WgW9N26zd6I/AAAAAAAB6wc/kTvY6YXJMVgwpkZlBcIuOaN-o4B5gStvACLcBGAs/s1600/26%2Bentering%2Bthe%2BGeneralife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0GFAiThT2Y/WgW9N26zd6I/AAAAAAAB6wc/kTvY6YXJMVgwpkZlBcIuOaN-o4B5gStvACLcBGAs/s640/26%2Bentering%2Bthe%2BGeneralife.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><br />We proceeded to the interior gardens of the palace.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yeoo7fIs3Vg/WgW9j5hdABI/AAAAAAAB6wg/VyuTouhqLuIsrQFWa97TOCdkrzl9cxfqQCLcBGAs/s1600/28%2Bfountains%2Band%2Bgardens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yeoo7fIs3Vg/WgW9j5hdABI/AAAAAAAB6wg/VyuTouhqLuIsrQFWa97TOCdkrzl9cxfqQCLcBGAs/s640/28%2Bfountains%2Band%2Bgardens.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />A look at a palace courtyard:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-md7P63rPT9M/WgW_oXkn34I/AAAAAAAB6xI/OtiUmteagtUhNycAMUb2JbkKvNFsTsq8gCLcBGAs/s1600/28%2BGeneralife%2BP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="977" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-md7P63rPT9M/WgW_oXkn34I/AAAAAAAB6xI/OtiUmteagtUhNycAMUb2JbkKvNFsTsq8gCLcBGAs/s640/28%2BGeneralife%2BP.jpg" width="489" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crVdRaIkkRE/WgW9sBGJA9I/AAAAAAAB6wk/u8N9t9UhPDgs_h_caGcS74nOSJbjLAxcACLcBGAs/s1600/30%2Bcornucopia%2Bof%2Bfoliage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1600" height="372" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crVdRaIkkRE/WgW9sBGJA9I/AAAAAAAB6wk/u8N9t9UhPDgs_h_caGcS74nOSJbjLAxcACLcBGAs/s640/30%2Bcornucopia%2Bof%2Bfoliage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Our guide told us a tale, possibly a tall one, about this particular garden (below) in which the sultan spotted his wife making love to one of his knights. He was furious, but could not see the face of the knight - she stopped the story there, but promised to reveal all later in our tour. I promise to reveal all to you too, as I take you on my pictorial tour.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3Ga8HH18wk/WgW-lTcmJUI/AAAAAAAB6w8/NsYgb53Dep8Z7GmAZSt-hGwcpuo2i89JQCLcBGAs/s1600/37%2Bgarden%2B-%2Bsultan%2Bwife%2Bknight%2Bpart%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1100" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k3Ga8HH18wk/WgW-lTcmJUI/AAAAAAAB6w8/NsYgb53Dep8Z7GmAZSt-hGwcpuo2i89JQCLcBGAs/s640/37%2Bgarden%2B-%2Bsultan%2Bwife%2Bknight%2Bpart%2B1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />As we left the palace we could look down on it from above:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zETBqUXa7I/WgW-AIVit1I/AAAAAAAB6ww/PTIm3LndLMQVfTB4tOyLHszo3xAUlInZgCLcBGAs/s1600/42%2BGeneralife%2Bpalace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="825" data-original-width="1100" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zETBqUXa7I/WgW-AIVit1I/AAAAAAAB6ww/PTIm3LndLMQVfTB4tOyLHszo3xAUlInZgCLcBGAs/s640/42%2BGeneralife%2Bpalace.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And as we walked along one of the main paths in the complex our guide pointed to another palace across a ravine. I remember her saying that one sultan wanted a separate residence, outside the Alhambra proper, and chose a spot rather close by. I could not corroborate this information, but it is certainly a pretty sight.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlEfP7h4Ixk/WgW_UbyvHvI/AAAAAAAB6xE/eE4Lh0OIXwwc7UyvCvTdYGYtW0HwMUZyQCLcBGAs/s1600/31%2Ba%2Bsecond%2Bresidence%2Bacross%2Bthe%2Bvalley%2Bfor%2Bwhich%2Bruler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="1250" height="376" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlEfP7h4Ixk/WgW_UbyvHvI/AAAAAAAB6xE/eE4Lh0OIXwwc7UyvCvTdYGYtW0HwMUZyQCLcBGAs/s640/31%2Ba%2Bsecond%2Bresidence%2Bacross%2Bthe%2Bvalley%2Bfor%2Bwhich%2Bruler.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And as we walked along one of the main paths in the complex our guide pointed to another palace across a ravine. I remember her saying that one sultan wanted a separate residence, outside the Alhambra proper, and chose a spot rather close by. I could not corroborate this information, but it is certainly a pretty sight.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dmN90lfwXs/WgXAO6L7iiI/AAAAAAAB6xQ/1iYuxByQ5vAlgj5FqM5k9lb-iqSfLc-xACLcBGAs/s1600/53%2Bon%2Bright%2Bpart%2Bof%2BCharles%2BV%2Bpalace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1200" height="287" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1dmN90lfwXs/WgXAO6L7iiI/AAAAAAAB6xQ/1iYuxByQ5vAlgj5FqM5k9lb-iqSfLc-xACLcBGAs/s400/53%2Bon%2Bright%2Bpart%2Bof%2BCharles%2BV%2Bpalace.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Then our guide took us into the main courtyard of his palace, almost circular, where in fact later bull fights were conducted.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgUn764S8sE/WgXBCxK_jqI/AAAAAAAB6xc/SSd1Soz3AcgYRuy7YzLKWWayqEGmqt-9gCLcBGAs/s1600/59%2Binterior%2Bcourtyard%2Bof%2BCh%2BV%2Bpalace%2B-%2Bcircle%2B-%2Bbull%2Bring%2Bin%2Bpast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="1100" height="295" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgUn764S8sE/WgXBCxK_jqI/AAAAAAAB6xc/SSd1Soz3AcgYRuy7YzLKWWayqEGmqt-9gCLcBGAs/s400/59%2Binterior%2Bcourtyard%2Bof%2BCh%2BV%2Bpalace%2B-%2Bcircle%2B-%2Bbull%2Bring%2Bin%2Bpast.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />The Emperor's living quarters were set above the courtyard (you can see the tip above the pillars), so that he could literally look down on the rest of the Alhambra, as if looking down on the conquered Moors.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mc9tqp34XA/WgXBcq5ym3I/AAAAAAAB6xg/f0j3s1JM_IUkxBtwJgnFbyfQOAW0VgCowCLcBGAs/s1600/65%2Bbattle%2Bscene%2Brelief%2Bon%2BChas%2BV%2Bpalace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="1000" height="572" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Mc9tqp34XA/WgXBcq5ym3I/AAAAAAAB6xg/f0j3s1JM_IUkxBtwJgnFbyfQOAW0VgCowCLcBGAs/s640/65%2Bbattle%2Bscene%2Brelief%2Bon%2BChas%2BV%2Bpalace.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />On the outer walls along the palace of Charles V we saw something unusual - humans depicted in battle - the Moors seldom included human figures in their art. Just below, another of the bas-reliefs on the palace wall.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11cg4uVJCKU/WgXDE4JQi2I/AAAAAAAB6xw/b23mhIyA3MQvpwdlZf72077i1jwtWrfxgCLcBGAs/s1600/66%2Bgoddesses%2Band%2Bbody%2Bparts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="947" data-original-width="1000" height="604" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-11cg4uVJCKU/WgXDE4JQi2I/AAAAAAAB6xw/b23mhIyA3MQvpwdlZf72077i1jwtWrfxgCLcBGAs/s640/66%2Bgoddesses%2Band%2Bbody%2Bparts.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We took a break here, as it was the public area and as such offered public restrooms, along with gift shops and places to get snacks. We were given a time and place - a shady spot next to the Gate of Wine (as wines were stored here at some point after the Christians took over). It's one of the prettiest gates, and very Moorish in style.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nl-sGVj1bLU/WgXC6VzmfDI/AAAAAAAB6xs/MvwKvwiFU_YpZGOTtRfjA--dSIEEPuLegCLcBGAs/s1600/75%2BPuerta%2Bdel%2Bvino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nl-sGVj1bLU/WgXC6VzmfDI/AAAAAAAB6xs/MvwKvwiFU_YpZGOTtRfjA--dSIEEPuLegCLcBGAs/s640/75%2BPuerta%2Bdel%2Bvino.jpg" width="464" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;From the area between the Charles V palace and the Alcazaba (more in a second on that) there are also fine views of the city. I took the photo below using a zoom, to have a look from above at the cathedral:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAylpkFeK54/WgXDpknffOI/AAAAAAAB6x4/2bZm_vGnFQwIhXNZLoAajhIcXG3fVmXBACLcBGAs/s1600/90%2B-%2Bcathedral%2Bwith%2Bmuch%2Bzoom%252C%2Bfrom%2B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="900" height="622" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aAylpkFeK54/WgXDpknffOI/AAAAAAAB6x4/2bZm_vGnFQwIhXNZLoAajhIcXG3fVmXBACLcBGAs/s640/90%2B-%2Bcathedral%2Bwith%2Bmuch%2Bzoom%252C%2Bfrom%2B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />There were also views of the Sierra Nevada mountains<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZmgohVvRoI/WgXD_byCQRI/AAAAAAAB6yA/5UTEOH351hUdskUaMPanji0lnMEYcszBACLcBGAs/s1600/95%2BSierra%2BNevada%2Bfrom%2BAlhambra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1450" height="352" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZmgohVvRoI/WgXD_byCQRI/AAAAAAAB6yA/5UTEOH351hUdskUaMPanji0lnMEYcszBACLcBGAs/s640/95%2BSierra%2BNevada%2Bfrom%2BAlhambra.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />After our break we took a brief tour of the Alcazaba, one of the oldest parts of the Alhambra, and the military center of operations.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQRGnAuaHxA/WgYBZGBsbxI/AAAAAAAB6yQ/La8fqBAp_mQd7-nN-uzij7hckOahCqgjgCLcBGAs/s1600/62%2Bthe%2BAlcazaba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="1600" height="442" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQRGnAuaHxA/WgYBZGBsbxI/AAAAAAAB6yQ/La8fqBAp_mQd7-nN-uzij7hckOahCqgjgCLcBGAs/s640/62%2Bthe%2BAlcazaba.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The Alcazaba and part of the city<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5V0XB6OFYGo/WgYBp30xIpI/AAAAAAAB6yU/OnmqPaPAzu4N1ppZCjOrVVtzF9LugAEVQCLcBGAs/s1600/68%2Bthe%2BAlcazaba%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="1200" height="452" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5V0XB6OFYGo/WgYBp30xIpI/AAAAAAAB6yU/OnmqPaPAzu4N1ppZCjOrVVtzF9LugAEVQCLcBGAs/s640/68%2Bthe%2BAlcazaba%2Band%2Bthe%2Bcity.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The highest part of the Alcazaba<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjnRq9Ib8wE/WgYBy1atqHI/AAAAAAAB6yY/Mj6zHWpcy1cdFquJDS-WzH-X9XWM2y55gCLcBGAs/s1600/82%2Btop%2Bof%2Bthe%2BAlcazaba%2B-%2Bmil%2Bbldg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="952" data-original-width="1000" height="608" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjnRq9Ib8wE/WgYBy1atqHI/AAAAAAAB6yY/Mj6zHWpcy1cdFquJDS-WzH-X9XWM2y55gCLcBGAs/s640/82%2Btop%2Bof%2Bthe%2BAlcazaba%2B-%2Bmil%2Bbldg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The area in the Alcazaba where soldiers were quartered<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWIMagP5-sQ/WgYCeVbnz5I/AAAAAAAB6yk/0HK_9ifyj8QtUBgWzUciUNqk7PYhNUOHgCLcBGAs/s1600/83%2Barea%2Bin%2Bthe%2BA%2Bwhere%2Bsoldiers%2Bwere%2Bquartered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="1200" height="464" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rWIMagP5-sQ/WgYCeVbnz5I/AAAAAAAB6yk/0HK_9ifyj8QtUBgWzUciUNqk7PYhNUOHgCLcBGAs/s640/83%2Barea%2Bin%2Bthe%2BA%2Bwhere%2Bsoldiers%2Bwere%2Bquartered.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Finally, the real highlight of the tour. The palaces!<br /><b><i><br /></i></b><b><i>Aside:</i> </b>One very good reason to take a tour is that when we went in there was a LONG line of people who were seeing the palaces on their own.<br /><br />Tile work in the palaces is beautiful<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-645hWRD4x2I/WgYHrK-PnOI/AAAAAAAB6y0/gaMjWx6FESoxLtf6vY4tVBvKjL3fNH--wCLcBGAs/s1600/99%2Btile%2Bwork%2Bexcellent%2Btoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="790" data-original-width="900" height="560" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-645hWRD4x2I/WgYHrK-PnOI/AAAAAAAB6y0/gaMjWx6FESoxLtf6vY4tVBvKjL3fNH--wCLcBGAs/s640/99%2Btile%2Bwork%2Bexcellent%2Btoo.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PS9PXj_iVcI/WgYJd4qEeNI/AAAAAAAB6zQ/n6B0NI5uhM88dfm4idGoSYqiuNJO7BdLwCLcBGAs/s1600/112%2Bwild%2Btile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="1200" height="444" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PS9PXj_iVcI/WgYJd4qEeNI/AAAAAAAB6zQ/n6B0NI5uhM88dfm4idGoSYqiuNJO7BdLwCLcBGAs/s640/112%2Bwild%2Btile.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />I was impressed by the detailed work on almost every inch of wall<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MK5VmWasPc4/WgYIWiz06SI/AAAAAAAB6y8/szIt9z6fH_41xaQd75lnZZ02li6YxXjGACLcBGAs/s1600/104%2Bmixture%2Bof%2Belements.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1400" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MK5VmWasPc4/WgYIWiz06SI/AAAAAAAB6y8/szIt9z6fH_41xaQd75lnZZ02li6YxXjGACLcBGAs/s640/104%2Bmixture%2Bof%2Belements.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5CUG4c-YcY/WgYIglNr7pI/AAAAAAAB6zA/7LiM4Rb0030DlSGdGZXqJQht0Bl9AaNPQCLcBGAs/s1600/107%2Bmore%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bwork.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1300" height="354" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5CUG4c-YcY/WgYIglNr7pI/AAAAAAAB6zA/7LiM4Rb0030DlSGdGZXqJQht0Bl9AaNPQCLcBGAs/s640/107%2Bmore%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bwork.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The Moors did beautiful work on ceilings - more to come!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd1AJf829AQ/WgYJFL9v_nI/AAAAAAAB6zM/DmXV8sO3sAsrqtFx2xM-8ga-c3N8woXggCLcBGAs/s1600/114%2Banother%2Bbeautiful%2Bceiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="841" data-original-width="1000" height="269" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bd1AJf829AQ/WgYJFL9v_nI/AAAAAAAB6zM/DmXV8sO3sAsrqtFx2xM-8ga-c3N8woXggCLcBGAs/s320/114%2Banother%2Bbeautiful%2Bceiling.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />An elegant Moorish wall<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3AvJIo6qn0/WgYJ1lW9NkI/AAAAAAAB6zY/004XPaV9PhAnyqRFL5ajKVxW4juciCQlQCLcBGAs/s1600/116%2BMoorish%2Bwall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="950" height="614" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3AvJIo6qn0/WgYJ1lW9NkI/AAAAAAAB6zY/004XPaV9PhAnyqRFL5ajKVxW4juciCQlQCLcBGAs/s640/116%2BMoorish%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />This is the Courtyard of the Myrtles - beautiful to look at, myrtle also has medicinal uses - the Moors understood this.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpX6YNDHIik/WgYKBQxlnXI/AAAAAAAB6zc/-PwoNnR3vcgtTiMWL7ndSG5-qe_nKbElgCLcBGAs/s1600/119%2Banother%2Bgarden%2Bct%2Bwith%2Bmyrtle%252C%2Bmdeicinal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="1053" height="560" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpX6YNDHIik/WgYKBQxlnXI/AAAAAAAB6zc/-PwoNnR3vcgtTiMWL7ndSG5-qe_nKbElgCLcBGAs/s640/119%2Banother%2Bgarden%2Bct%2Bwith%2Bmyrtle%252C%2Bmdeicinal.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The other end of the Courtyard of the Myrtles<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSKL3TwewEw/WgYKdyLtIHI/AAAAAAAB6zk/B6ElTvfziccUht93Ijl9NYjNFFrc-sQ1wCEwYBhgL/s1600/118%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bend%2Bof%2Bsymmetry%2Bbldg%2Band%2Bpool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PSKL3TwewEw/WgYKdyLtIHI/AAAAAAAB6zk/B6ElTvfziccUht93Ijl9NYjNFFrc-sQ1wCEwYBhgL/s640/118%2Bthe%2Bother%2Bend%2Bof%2Bsymmetry%2Bbldg%2Band%2Bpool.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The most beautiful way to view the Courtyard of the Myrtles - beauty, symmetry, harmony:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cf6Ib1ybBUc/WgYLB1pkfbI/AAAAAAAB6zs/J3eN110-fOEplkLTzE42ypfOarb03N1RgCLcBGAs/s1600/126%2Bsymmetry%252C%2Bharmony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="887" data-original-width="1150" height="492" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cf6Ib1ybBUc/WgYLB1pkfbI/AAAAAAAB6zs/J3eN110-fOEplkLTzE42ypfOarb03N1RgCLcBGAs/s640/126%2Bsymmetry%252C%2Bharmony.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />From the Courtyard of the Myrtles we proceeded into the Hall of the Ambassadors, which contains my very favorite ceiling, featuring an abstract rendition of the heavens.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SVJjuc_tyo/WgYLiatk3CI/AAAAAAAB6z4/UaEK0ASCv64qpDLFSPHVAuZrV0zSt3c-wCLcBGAs/s1600/138%2Bone%2Bmore%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bstarry%2Bsky%2Bceiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="1150" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SVJjuc_tyo/WgYLiatk3CI/AAAAAAAB6z4/UaEK0ASCv64qpDLFSPHVAuZrV0zSt3c-wCLcBGAs/s640/138%2Bone%2Bmore%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bstarry%2Bsky%2Bceiling.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />One more of the ceiling, with ONLY the ceiling - more than 8,000 plates were put together to create this effect. The ambassadors, waiting to see the sultan, must have been impressed - I certainly was!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZP14nlhZzA/WgYMMflVnlI/AAAAAAAB60A/uzTSxTqhyRYBaAUBluDIqVwQVM24sy5QQCLcBGAs/s1600/142%2Bceiling%2Bas%2Buniverse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="1111" height="472" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZP14nlhZzA/WgYMMflVnlI/AAAAAAAB60A/uzTSxTqhyRYBaAUBluDIqVwQVM24sy5QQCLcBGAs/s640/142%2Bceiling%2Bas%2Buniverse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The wall of the Hall of Ambassadors, with a bit of the ceiling<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3T9XXOfpWdc/WgYNwcp6lxI/AAAAAAAB60M/p_vpCftcD9sP6UCpeMwJ05f00ugAsUPwgCLcBGAs/s1600/135%2Bwall%2Bwith%2Buniverse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="1100" height="524" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3T9XXOfpWdc/WgYNwcp6lxI/AAAAAAAB60M/p_vpCftcD9sP6UCpeMwJ05f00ugAsUPwgCLcBGAs/s640/135%2Bwall%2Bwith%2Buniverse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And in the same room, perhaps to remind the ambassadors that "Only Allah is victorious." Rick Steves, travel guru asserts that this phrase is repeated on the walls of the Alhambra 9,000 times!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJR72naCrhs/WgYOIfG7OmI/AAAAAAAB60Q/OCVx3N7ZV44_yWp5dzym7W0tNbzfYGDkgCLcBGAs/s1600/143%2Bonly%2Bgod%2Bis%2Ballah%2BI%2Bthink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="1111" height="406" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJR72naCrhs/WgYOIfG7OmI/AAAAAAAB60Q/OCVx3N7ZV44_yWp5dzym7W0tNbzfYGDkgCLcBGAs/s640/143%2Bonly%2Bgod%2Bis%2Ballah%2BI%2Bthink.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />One of my favorite shots, Moorish arch with water from a pool reflected on it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYbr2c_AiQI/WgYO-AZB3HI/AAAAAAAB60c/z2VzmP56ohkW9m_ff9SjljCkPQguf2K2ACLcBGAs/s1600/147%2Bwater%2Breflecting%2Bon%2Bwalls%2Band%2Barch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EYbr2c_AiQI/WgYO-AZB3HI/AAAAAAAB60c/z2VzmP56ohkW9m_ff9SjljCkPQguf2K2ACLcBGAs/s640/147%2Bwater%2Breflecting%2Bon%2Bwalls%2Band%2Barch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />The arches begin to take on a "stalactite" look<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOWAMNdj8uo/WgYQi5hu7MI/AAAAAAAB60s/N_w8bRIWXr0BKu_O4D_m8UcjrjFLbxE8ACLcBGAs/s1600/149%2Banother%2Bcool%2Bthru%2Bthe%2Barch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOWAMNdj8uo/WgYQi5hu7MI/AAAAAAAB60s/N_w8bRIWXr0BKu_O4D_m8UcjrjFLbxE8ACLcBGAs/s640/149%2Banother%2Bcool%2Bthru%2Bthe%2Barch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Arches upon arches<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP8dPLwBStQ/WgYPXWBwvaI/AAAAAAAB60g/YrHNXMVaN3I2qmLsPiT3GLjXOcRqp49cACLcBGAs/s1600/150%2Barch%2Band%2Bthru%2Bit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="1200" height="470" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP8dPLwBStQ/WgYPXWBwvaI/AAAAAAAB60g/YrHNXMVaN3I2qmLsPiT3GLjXOcRqp49cACLcBGAs/s640/150%2Barch%2Band%2Bthru%2Bit.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />From there we moved forward through an entrance of arches and columns to the Courtyard of the Lions<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wxZTrtB0B0/WgYRGTN8UqI/AAAAAAAB600/vu9Ub0Lo_0U-lqs6OSBnvCZZEMgTQpgagCLcBGAs/s1600/153%2Bwhat%2Bthose%2Bgreat%2Barched%2Bcolumns%2Bsupport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3wxZTrtB0B0/WgYRGTN8UqI/AAAAAAAB600/vu9Ub0Lo_0U-lqs6OSBnvCZZEMgTQpgagCLcBGAs/s640/153%2Bwhat%2Bthose%2Bgreat%2Barched%2Bcolumns%2Bsupport.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><br />More of the arches and pillars<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAIz73TQY40/WgYRfllLsEI/AAAAAAAB604/GUJfqxlqFtAOdUYfHA805VNyRF51e316ACLcBGAs/s1600/157%2Bbeautiful%2Bpillars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="995" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CAIz73TQY40/WgYRfllLsEI/AAAAAAAB604/GUJfqxlqFtAOdUYfHA805VNyRF51e316ACLcBGAs/s640/157%2Bbeautiful%2Bpillars.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><br />The central focus of the Court of Lions is a fountain...of Lions! which of course symbolize power and majesty.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOJhTmN7ob0/WgYR5oREHII/AAAAAAAB61A/qags_oOCRMcKAcbBVGQHqxD5K3Qrs8QSQCLcBGAs/s1600/152%2Blions%2Bftn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="1000" height="514" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SOJhTmN7ob0/WgYR5oREHII/AAAAAAAB61A/qags_oOCRMcKAcbBVGQHqxD5K3Qrs8QSQCLcBGAs/s640/152%2Blions%2Bftn.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Lions Court from another angle<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wuqdn-ger4Q/WgYSa58eXOI/AAAAAAAB61I/uAjbHxV_NGMfFNxrYqEG5fpw2CxslGiTwCLcBGAs/s1600/166%2Blions%2Bct%2Bagain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1200" height="446" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wuqdn-ger4Q/WgYSa58eXOI/AAAAAAAB61I/uAjbHxV_NGMfFNxrYqEG5fpw2CxslGiTwCLcBGAs/s640/166%2Blions%2Bct%2Bagain.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />We moved down an arched hallway leading to...heaven? Nirvana? Bliss?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9I37omt6oQ/WgYSwWs5_1I/AAAAAAAB61M/1Hk5bkDzNlUFt47glXS07TPNAXBKcz80gCLcBGAs/s1600/168%2B%2Bmoving%2Btoward%2Bthe%2Blight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="596" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r9I37omt6oQ/WgYSwWs5_1I/AAAAAAAB61M/1Hk5bkDzNlUFt47glXS07TPNAXBKcz80gCLcBGAs/s640/168%2B%2Bmoving%2Btoward%2Bthe%2Blight.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><br />Into this: The Hall of the Abencerrages<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8w5mL9IxkA/WgYTGhdnRxI/AAAAAAAB61U/ahtE0AGm8toyl3IbUo6HvVKdoYuWP3Y7wCLcBGAs/s1600/174%2B-%2Bstalactites%2B-%2Bsmaller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O8w5mL9IxkA/WgYTGhdnRxI/AAAAAAAB61U/ahtE0AGm8toyl3IbUo6HvVKdoYuWP3Y7wCLcBGAs/s640/174%2B-%2Bstalactites%2B-%2Bsmaller.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><br />with another spectacular ceiling<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fC-og3N_BfQ/WgYUC5N4FZI/AAAAAAAB61g/XO5vGbn4OWYQy-95_zY5xHa_12XpKdKwwCLcBGAs/s1600/173%2Bceiling%2Bas%2Bsomething%2Belse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="938" data-original-width="1200" height="500" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fC-og3N_BfQ/WgYUC5N4FZI/AAAAAAAB61g/XO5vGbn4OWYQy-95_zY5xHa_12XpKdKwwCLcBGAs/s640/173%2Bceiling%2Bas%2Bsomething%2Belse.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And a story to tell - the rest of the story, according to our guide. Remember the sultan who saw his wife making love to one of his knights? He couldn't see the face of the knight. So...because it's very good to be the sultan...he invited several of his knights into The Hall of the Abencerrages on the pretext of hosting a feast. Instead he had them all murdered. Gives a new meaning to "all for one" in a way. He got his man, or his knight, and several others as well!<br /><br />One more look at that spectacular hall - shimmering symmetry:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWssa1XvJdg/WgYWyb6eUOI/AAAAAAAB61s/kwigGxlKmg494AHB4Ub80ER3JZrot_iywCLcBGAs/s1600/180%2Bshimmering%2Bsymmetry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="915" data-original-width="1150" height="508" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWssa1XvJdg/WgYWyb6eUOI/AAAAAAAB61s/kwigGxlKmg494AHB4Ub80ER3JZrot_iywCLcBGAs/s640/180%2Bshimmering%2Bsymmetry.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And then we moved on, taking in a great view of the Albaizin, on the left and Sacromonte, on the right.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c00O0v1UP24/WgYXE4UqXJI/AAAAAAAB61w/beyTy-MLDDw89GHJ9o8HtJPpNfGXIWTfACLcBGAs/s1600/188%2Bthe%2BAlbaizin%2Band%2BSacromonte%2Bfrom%2Bpalace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="824" data-original-width="1200" height="438" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c00O0v1UP24/WgYXE4UqXJI/AAAAAAAB61w/beyTy-MLDDw89GHJ9o8HtJPpNfGXIWTfACLcBGAs/s640/188%2Bthe%2BAlbaizin%2Band%2BSacromonte%2Bfrom%2Bpalace.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />And down into the Patio de Linderajo - beautiful, yes? - where our guide told us that members of the sultan's harem may have had some freedom to move around - just not to leave!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7Td0igURNo/WgYXi__fL2I/AAAAAAAB614/pnTprn3Bzk0NDhmbCeh2xLdMC4UadegmQCLcBGAs/s1600/184%2Bdown%2Binto%2Ban%2Binner%2Bcourtyard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="942" data-original-width="1066" height="564" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o7Td0igURNo/WgYXi__fL2I/AAAAAAAB614/pnTprn3Bzk0NDhmbCeh2xLdMC4UadegmQCLcBGAs/s640/184%2Bdown%2Binto%2Ban%2Binner%2Bcourtyard.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Admittedly, I learned from another source that the Sultana's window overlooked this patio - so maybe no women from the harem? Yet another sourcewrote that it was built in the 16th century, during the Christian rule - ah well! Who knows? There are many <i>Tales from the Alhambra</i> (the title of Washington Irving's book, remember?) and who knows which are true and which are not? And really, who cares?<br /><br />There we ended our tour - a wonderful three hours of gaining knowledge and appreciating beauty.<br /><br />I walked down the same way I had come up, finding still another memorial to Washington Irving (trust me, that's what it says on the much worn plaque) somewhat the worse for wear.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxJhkg4lGOM/WgYjqHH8acI/AAAAAAAB63M/eOp_hiW2MfQHiAi2cqajb_91K54Jov0EACLcBGAs/s1600/204%2Banother%2Bsmall%2Btribute%2Bto%2BWash%2BIrving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="779" data-original-width="622" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxJhkg4lGOM/WgYjqHH8acI/AAAAAAAB63M/eOp_hiW2MfQHiAi2cqajb_91K54Jov0EACLcBGAs/s640/204%2Banother%2Bsmall%2Btribute%2Bto%2BWash%2BIrving.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><br /><br />And as we made our way down I chatted with a really bright Swedish couple, she an art restorer, he a physician. Then tired and hungry, went in search of food!<br /><br />I found it very near my hotel, on the street where for three nights I lived. I spotted it just after I looked at the menu on a Moroccan cafe, and chose it instead because they offered some Middle Eastern dishes...AND they served booze. I had a nice table outside, in the tiny street shared by my choice and the Moroccan place - in fact from my table I shot a photo of the latter:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzz7f0WI6kY/WgYgI9lQmmI/AAAAAAAB62U/TQZniv6VJZIUpQXob-ZIPyZLPo9j-VJeQCLcBGAs/s1600/214%2Bacross%2Balley%2Ba%2Breal%2Bmideastern%2Bcafe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="717" data-original-width="622" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzz7f0WI6kY/WgYgI9lQmmI/AAAAAAAB62U/TQZniv6VJZIUpQXob-ZIPyZLPo9j-VJeQCLcBGAs/s400/214%2Bacross%2Balley%2Ba%2Breal%2Bmideastern%2Bcafe.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><br />My place, La Castaneda, was more mundane, but festive - my table was the one in front:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k7rkZ4izIJQ/WgYgUYf8X5I/AAAAAAAB62Y/2jLorsnakwI1fYKUw7fG3pVIQUai9CGOwCLcBGAs/s1600/216%2Bcastaneda%2Band%2Bmy%2Btable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="953" data-original-width="700" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k7rkZ4izIJQ/WgYgUYf8X5I/AAAAAAAB62Y/2jLorsnakwI1fYKUw7fG3pVIQUai9CGOwCLcBGAs/s640/216%2Bcastaneda%2Band%2Bmy%2Btable.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br />And I had tasty chicken in a sauce of saffron dried fruits and raisins - very tasty! And somewhat of the Middle East.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XxkQIpyI0AI/WgYgy7Jl1vI/AAAAAAAB62g/RQ9sFrSz2tkF6Nc-hy0p6Em1_nCglwm4gCLcBGAs/s1600/213%2Bmy%2Bforey%2Binto%2Bmid-east%2B-%2Bchicken%2Band%2Bsauce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1200" height="480" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XxkQIpyI0AI/WgYgy7Jl1vI/AAAAAAAB62g/RQ9sFrSz2tkF6Nc-hy0p6Em1_nCglwm4gCLcBGAs/s640/213%2Bmy%2Bforey%2Binto%2Bmid-east%2B-%2Bchicken%2Band%2Bsauce.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Equally as good was my choice of drink. Our guide had suggested a special beer, brewed by Alhambra (strangely enough heh heh), the local brewery.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN78rf4c1WU/WgYhdwyFvQI/AAAAAAAB62s/JQr2JA1_A4EChIaU2Z8Xp4XR65poXqVxwCLcBGAs/s1600/208%2Bmy%2Bspecial%2Bbottle%2Bof%2Bbeer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="700" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN78rf4c1WU/WgYhdwyFvQI/AAAAAAAB62s/JQr2JA1_A4EChIaU2Z8Xp4XR65poXqVxwCLcBGAs/s400/208%2Bmy%2Bspecial%2Bbottle%2Bof%2Bbeer.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />This one was a "reserva" thus special, also more powerful than other brews by the same company, according to my guide, and...well, let's just say I didn't need a second one:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mldzNZJQEdg/WgYh_M0TtZI/AAAAAAAB620/aHS6Sea4SjUKAf2awIiYZcE4G99tD4WLgCLcBGAs/s1600/209%2Blabel%2Bon%2Bmy%2Breserve%2Bbottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="900" height="383" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mldzNZJQEdg/WgYh_M0TtZI/AAAAAAAB620/aHS6Sea4SjUKAf2awIiYZcE4G99tD4WLgCLcBGAs/s400/209%2Blabel%2Bon%2Bmy%2Breserve%2Bbottle.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />I strolled the short distance back to the hotel, looking up still another tiny street packed with hawkers of goods and more than enough tourists to buy them...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jPtwxcbWaM/WgYiiXjAuXI/AAAAAAAB63A/PjA89cLTDtsV5CxBDZ8mQ4DSIt8JA6FlwCLcBGAs/s1600/218%2Band%2Bthe%2Bparty%2Bcontinues%2Bat%2BGranada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1100" height="446" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0jPtwxcbWaM/WgYiiXjAuXI/AAAAAAAB63A/PjA89cLTDtsV5CxBDZ8mQ4DSIt8JA6FlwCLcBGAs/s640/218%2Band%2Bthe%2Bparty%2Bcontinues%2Bat%2BGranada.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />but resisted the urge. And that ended my trip to the Alhambra, Granada, Andalusia. I had one more night in Seville and another in Madrid, travel days before flying out. Both were fine but I think I'll end this series of posts on a high note. Saludos!<br /><br /><br /><br />Dottore Giannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704733156357638907noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5064326596212764582.post-59278240907607968132017-11-09T15:30:00.001-05:002019-12-02T14:34:35.535-05:00Bloggo Andalusia Ocho: Granada, Days One and