Off to Bilbao, and an Aire high on the hillside overlooking the city. Then the Guggenheim: a swirl of silver scales like a spaceship has landed by the river. We all enjoyed wandering through an amazing series of huge steel curved shapes, designed so you walk into, around and through them - echoes, strange sensations of being off-balance as the enormous steel walls leant one way and then another, never quite sure where you're going as the passage led around and around. Then a walk around the outside with giant sculptures, and along the river to the old town.
Another difference between France and Spain: there are kids everywhere. We stopped for a sit down in a square, and it was full of Spanish friends and families out for lunch with the kids all playing together - really jolly. (Jemima tried joining in but the older girls weren't having any of it.) A lesson for me though - I asked for black tea with milk and it arrived creamy and frothy, like a weird-tasting hot chocolate. Either I'm going to have to get more specific in my ordering (leche fria?) or start drinking coffee.
Then more walking with Jemima in the sling, hoping she'd go to sleep. After a LONG TIME she did - so we went straight to a bar for a drink and a sit down. It's amazing how well you can balance on a bar stool with a dead weight on your back (if you really want to). Fun times in Bilbao - the last bit for Kevin and I to remember anyway.
The Guggenheim:
Playing in one of the Richard Serra steel sculptures (no photo can do justice to the scale of them, you might need to google to see them properly):
River walk:
The old town:
Jemima finally asleep, Kevin and I finally having a sit down:
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