The Travels of Douglas Kornfeld

Author: awaka (Page 2 of 6)

Bilbao, June 9-11

Spent a very long day on the trains to Bilbao. had to go thru Madrid and had only an hour to not only change trains but go to another station. Took a taxi thru rush hour traffic with Raphael – Ralph – who had to look at his phone constantly while changing lanes no less as well as talk to me in his very broken English. Made it thru bumper to bumper traffic with plenty of time and got to see a bit of modern Madrid, suburban Madrid which looks remarkably like suburban Southern California. Mid-rise apartment and office buildings. The same jumble we have at home. I wish I would have had time to see what it looks like off of the freeway. Un eventful journey except that the landscape and flora changed dramatically steep hills and valleys covered with dense trees broken up by fields and farms wherever it was relatively flat. This was a dramatic change from the rest of the country.   Traveled thru what was more pampas than not with few  trees and mostly dry farming and typical Spanish architecture of brick and tile roofed buildings. An arid landscape for the most part. The rain in Spain decidedly does NOT fall mainly on the plains!
For some reason I expected Bilbao to be on the coast it is not but located on a river that is navigable and once carried steel out to the world. Bilbao was once Spain’s Pittsburg. No more, most of the heavy industry and manufacturing is long gone just like the rust belt of the mid-west America. Along with its departure went the good jobs and before the new Guggenheim museum the waterfront was an industrial wasteland. No more. The museum did what was hoped for and brought in new money and the river has been cleaned up and the areas around the museum are now some of the most desirable neighborhoods in Bilbao. Along the river is a magnificent park with new office buildings and housing. The park was filled with people and there was a vibrancy to the neighborhoods around the museum even tho a lot of the businesses were closed for the weekend.
I stayed up the hill about a 20 minute walk, (down hill) from the Museum. My room overlooked a bull ring.

The view from my room of the bull ring.

But there was no bull fight scheduled. They are just not as popular as they used to be and young people stay away. I doubt they will exist in another twenty years.
The Guggenheim is truely a masterpiece. So much so that it overshadows much of the art inside. There are four magnificent Richard Serras which stand up to their surroundings and even compliment the soaring ceilings and curvilinear ceilings and walls. The sculptures are gigantic made of 2 inch thick Corten steel steel which has patina of rust that is just luscious!
Great works wasted on an indifferent audience for the most part. I watched as visitors walked the spiral corridors formed by the steel plates only to enter the interior spaces look around for a second expecting to see an object as their reward for the walk. They all snap a photo and head back many of them looking at the floor as they walk. I just wanted to say. Why are you wasting your time. Just go to the museum shop buy your t-shirt get something to eat at the cafe and be on your way!
Needless to say I found these works to be fabulous even tho I’d seen similar or identical pieces at the Dia beacon in upstate New York. And there, mercifully without the crowds. I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on the audience. Minimalism requires time and concentration and most people are too transfixed by their phone to have the time or concentration the works of Serra require. Had a nice chat with one of the guards who long ago, she said gave up trying to enforce the no photography statute. I didn’t see the sign till I had taken most of my shots. Still I couldn’t resist and for once I knew the photography wouldn’t damage the steel sculptures.
For the most part the rest of the artwork in the building was overshadowed by the architecture. Tho, there were two rather conventional rooms that displayed works by Kiefer, Warhol and Rauschenberg that were strong and held their own.

“Barge” by Rauschenberg.

I finally got to see “Barge” by Rauschenberg which must have been 40 feet long and done by the artist in a twenty-four hour marathon. I had read about this piece but this was my first viewing. A great piece and one of the few that has, in my pompous opinion, held up over time. The monumental “150 Marilyns” also did itself proud.

 

“150 Marilyn’s” by Warhol.

The kiefers were great but never look like anything in reproduction. You just have to see them in the “flesh.” BTW, All the pictures I’m using here were downloaded off the web. Better quality and I adhered to the photography prohibition. I missed a Bill Viola retrospective which won’t open till the end of the month.

The building is truely magnificent and clearly Gerry was not limited by budget nor imagination. the craftsmanship was as good as the design which is a testament to European excellence which we do not have for the most part back home. Even the restrooms were decorated.Had a lunch of tapas on the terrace to break up my time in the galleries and then went out to circle the building to admire Koons’ Puppy which Ive been dying to see for years. Its one of the few of his works that i really like and I think in part because it has a gentleness and sence of humor rather than the smug slap in the face I find in most of his works. Placement and scale of the piece really works and it serves to greet and welcome you to the museum when you arrive. The public loves it and everyone, including me, shoots a selfie on arrival.

 

“Spider” by Louis Bourgeois.

Finally the Louis Bourgeois spider lurking on the other side of the building provides a serious counterpoint to the puppy. Both seem to work and compliment each other tho you cannot see both at the same time with the museum walling them off from each other. Two faces of the human condition. I went around the building and found a cafe across the way where i could have coffee and face the museum. A perfect view to admire its sculptural elevation and great people watching to boot.

I also called Bruce using some of my unused talk minutes on my Vodafone cellphone plan. the weather was perfect. This was not typical according to my host Bilbao only has 30-40 days of sun a year. The rest is clouds.
Enjoyed a lamb chop dinner and went to bed. A very good day and well worth the detour to visit.
Spent most of the rest of the day just walking around and enjoying the city its not as picturesque as other in Spain but the old part of the city has some beautiful plazas and architecture and the linear park that extends from the museum comes around to the old original city core and was positively packed with people. I had coffees in the plaza and then made my way back to my room to pick up my suitcase for the downhill walk to the station. I made the mistake of taking the train to San Sebastián. About a 6 hour ride with an hour and a half change of trains added. My host told me he always takes the bus for a less than 3 hour ride. Oh well…….

Cadiz, June 5-10

Main Cathedral in Cadiz

Arrived Cadiz on the train around noon and took a cab to Joaquin’s which is really more of a small hotel rather than a residence B and B. Joaquin was great and even carried my suitcase up the stairs to my room. he gave me the requisite tour but this place was a maze of rooms and terraces. Mine was spare but clean and had a terrace where I could smoke. Went out to explore and find lunch which turned out to be a plate of prawns and a salad – all good. It was too much work to peal the prawns so i just took the heads and legs off and ate the shell and all.

A very nice lunch.

Took a VERY long lunch and since they never ask you to leave just sat and read and drank coffee. Finally got up and walked the narrow streets some more and of course got lost. Anyone betting on my sense of direction would find me 100% wrong every time. No matter which direction I choose its certainly wrong even when I try to second guess my wrong guesses I’m still wrong. i did make it back but its no wonder that Im averaging around 17,000 steps a day. A third of them are in the wrong direction. I arrived up at the living room outside of my room to find a lovely Chinese woman named Candy charging her devices with the extra plugs in the room. Her husband Martin joined and we ended up talking for a could of hours.

Me, Candy and Martin.

Candy was cooking dinner and i was invited but having just eaten I sat with them on their terrace while they ate and continued the conversation. As usual the Europeans were very interested in Trump. I countered with great interest in their election coming up this week.
Not much in Cadiz but the beach and old town but that was enough to make my few days there quite pleasant. Not being a beach guy I didn’t layout but rather walked to the Long Beach all the way to the end and turned around and walked back to the room. This way I could enjoy the girls on the beach without having to sit on the ground and get sand in my clothes. Ive never been able to see the attraction of laying on the beach for hours. As I told a couple who invited me to go along with them. Too much sand, too much water, too hot! I am much happier in a cafe overlooking the water with a good internet connection and coffee and a/or a beer. So that was pretty much Cadiz. I did go into the main church which is another monumental edifice paid for with the gold taken from the new world. the rest of the time I just wandered and socialized with the other travelers in the B and B. One night on the suggestion of Joaquin we went to a flamenco performance at a bar – no charge – and they didn’t even pass the hat. Local guys and the dance was an eighty year old man who had been doing this since he was ten. It turned out that his mother live in the flat of the ground floor of where I was staying. They performance included singing by A huge guy and two others how harmonized beautifully. Great music and all fort he price of a beer – good beer at that!

More wandering the city which has great promenades along the water and a fabulous market. Again here the fish is unbelievable you could get this variety for any amount of money back home and the prices were about half what I pay at Whole Foods.

Try finding this at Whole Foods!

The old part of Cadiz is vey narrow streets but mercifully mostly on a grid with water on three sides. I still managed to get confused and always walked the wrong direction when consulting google. I’m always struck by how clean everything is. I only wish the streets and bathrooms at home were this nice.

Narrow streets.

There always is a nice place to sit and have a meal or just a beer or coffee and I took advantage of this the entire stay. I enjoyed the B and B and met too couples Candy and Martin from London and Diego and Barbara from Chile, traveling for one year. Both were very good company and I invited Diego and Barbara to dinner if they would help me find grilled fish and a outside table. Much wandering finally produced both and we all ordered the same thing with Diego bantering with the waiters to get us what we wanted and a good table.

Barbara with a great dinner.

The fish was excellent and I had another one the next day for lunch. I’m starting to get tired of the food because while their is a huge quantity and variety of vegetables in the markets you never see it in the restaurants. All they all have is ice burg lettuce and tomato salad. And, while the tomatoes are great tasting I am dying for something green. Even Diego couldn’t find any wherever he went.. Im resigned to scurvy until I get home. They do make excellent french fries but I’m trying to stay away from the carbs. I do cheat a little once in a while.
Finally gave up on my plan to see Portugal. The travel is just too complicated and in the end would have added another 10 days to the trip. Got a train ticket to Bilbao and enjoyed the rest of my time on Cadiz.

Funk band

The last night in town was spent with Barbara and Diego. First a few hours having ice cream and coffee with Barbara while Diego played soccer with Joaquin and his friends. The we all met at a club and listened to a funk band and had beers until almost 2am.

Doug, Barbara, Diego, Joaquin, and his girlfriend.

A great way to end the time in a lovely city. Made new friend and hope to meet up with Candy and Martin when I get to London.

Plaza in Cadiz

Seville Continued, June 3-5

Having seen the major “attractions” I spent the rest of my time in Seville just enjoying the city walking around sitting and having coffee and just getting lost in the old city and parts of the new.
On Saturday I decided to find out what was happening on the other side of the river which was actually quite close to my room but the opposite direction from the old city. I began walking on my side and heading toward a bridge to cross. My aim was to eventually make it the contemporary art museum. Just as I arrive at the bridge I noticed a structure that reminded me of the Market building in Madrid where I had a eaten some very fine tapas a couple of times. This proved to be a bigger and slightly more modern version.

Seville market

I went in and picked out a couple of fish tapas and ordered a beer. I made my way to the communal tables and even before I managed to sit down and organize myself this young blond woman struck up a conversation with me.

Ended up talking with her for a couple of hours. She was a student from St. Louis taking a couple of classes in Seville and she turned out to be a cheerleader! I was flattered that she wanted to talk so I mostly listened while she filled me in on her, somewhat sordid life at school.
It was fun to have pleasant conversation over my lunch and while she was awfully young it was hot outside and this place was air conditioned- it didn’t hurt that she was very easy on the eyes.

Contemporary art museum.

I finally decided that if I was going to have time at the museum I had better get moving and I made my goodbyes and headed over the bridge. The opposite side was not that exciting but there was an area with lots of cafes and restaurants lining a walking street coming off the bridge. I’d just eaten so I headed toward the museum located on the edge of an industrial park that could have been anywhere. Wide deserted streets and low rise office buildings and warehouses. The sun was quite strong so I didn’t tarry and got to the museum which was a old convent that had been converted. The front door was at the end of loooong walkway from the street and you entered through a small door punctuating a much larger one. Admission was free and the bathrooms were clean, the art however was more of what I’d seen in Barcelona. Text based with videos of white guys explaining the importance of questioning reality. There was one installation that was great in a now unconsecrated chapel. It consisted of full size marble figures of men and women in medieval armor and garb sleeping atop marble tombs. The piece was, however, more than 500 years old but the poses of the figures and quality of the carving was quite accomplished and really quite moving. Someone should just put some curatorial gobbledygook (apologies Nick Capasso) alongside the entry and called it a post modern appropriation.The rest of the complex, quite large were just endless galleries, empty of patrons, with more examples of work that just makes me tired. I found my pace increasing and I made my way out back into the sun and headed home. The walk out made me notice a giant arm and face sticking out of some windows. Not great but it least it made me stop and take a photo.

Post modern appropriation.

I crossed the river on a different bridge which had the kindness of having a walkway shaded by canopies. I decided I would pass thru the market and if the cheerleader (I’d already forgotten her name) was still there I would offer to buy her dinner. She was, I did, but she had a ticket to a flamenco performance so she decline.

June 4th

My last day in Seville was spent doing what I should have done on the first day. A free walking tour. I joined a bit late but followed along to a part of townI had missed eventually ending at a huge park that contained buildings from the great exposition of 1929. The crown jewel of all this was the Spanish pavilion which was a gigantic semicircular structure anchored at each end with a large towers.

Spanish pavilion 1929

There was a canal with boats for rent and it had a vaguely Venetian look. I walked across the huge open space it enclosed to the center to take photos and found the center pavilion filled with other tourists with the same idea most watching flamenco performers who were quite good. I opened my sketchbook and started to draw and enjoy the music. It was also great watching all the tourists one of which was dressed in a flowing red dress that moved in the breeze and shimmered in the sunshine. I was so captivated that I made a video.

Had a great lunch in a cafe at the edge of the park and then wandered back to my room. Seville is a lovely city with a well kept old town, a good part of which was made up of the Jewish quarter – sans Jews of course. Large parks and grand boulevards fill in the more modern areas and lots and lots of cafes.

Grand boulevards.

Closed!  :-(((

I never had to walk any distance to find a place to have coffee. The only hard part was finding a table, a rare commodity during the lunch, pre-dinner drink time, and, of course, the dinner hours that began around 9:00. It’s always difficult to find a table and when I do I feel guilty because I’m taking up a table that could seat four or more. Difficult; but not impossible and I could move nimbly and swoop in when I saw people getting up to leave. I
couldn’t find a way to expunge my guilt about taking up a table but eating and drinking outside was my greatest pleasure in Spain. I almost never ate a meal or had a drink indoors. Had one last look at the Municipal Parasol before I headed home for bed.
Off to Cadiz in the morning……

Seville, June 1

Arrived and decided to take a cab to my room only to find that the cabby did not have GPS and had never heard of my address. Not a happy guy. I finally got him to look at the map on my phone and as if doing me a favor he agreed to take me. It turned out that because of the narrowness of the street and the one way pattern it was almost impossible for him to drop me at my place. I know where it was on the map and finally got him to let me out and walk. The drive had taken us under the miraculous Municipal Parasol.

The Municipal Parasol. AKA the Mushrooms.

The “largest wood structure” in the the world. I had seen photos but I didn’t even know it was located in Seville. We drove under it on the way to my room. And it turned out not to be far from where I was staying. After dropping off my stuff I hoofed it back to see it. What a surprise and a delight. It’s not perfect and I’m not sure raising the plaza under it up two stories works but still its fantastic. I walked around up and down to look and finally setteled into a comfortable chair across the street chosen most because of its view point rather than the food. I just sat and watched as the people went by and tried to get the perfect combination of beautiful Spanish lady strategically posed in front of the structure. Not bad work if you can get it and there was no shortage of models for my photo.
My land lady Lola did not speak English so we used Google translate to communicate just fine. I asked to do a load of laundry and put it in before I left for dinner. Lola had given me a suggestion for dinner that took me to a very popular tapas place not far away and I made the smart move of getting there at eight before the fashionable late Spaniard even consider starting dinner. This for me a seat at the bar and the attention of the bartender who recommended four tapas three of which were amazing in flavor and presentation. The fourth only tasted great.

TBA

As I ate and drank the place started to fill up and became so crowded and frenetic that I paid me bill and squirmed my way out and into the perfect night. I found a bench across the street in front of a church and watched the remnants of a wedding party socialize and disburse. I went for a walk in the neighborhood and eventually made my way home. I returned to find that Lola had taken my laundry out and hung it on the rack to dry. In the morning everything was neatly folded.
Friday June 2nd
I made my way to the cathedral, called the largest in Europe. Huge lines greeted me but after some quick research on the web got a tip to walk to another church and buy a combo ticket for it and large cathedral and miss the wait. The other church was just a few minutes walk away and I do hate lines. I waited for two minutes at the other church and came back and just walked in with a group. I really didn’t need a ticket cause they thought I was part of the tour. But I waved it at the guard who pulle me out of the group and made me wait until they had all passed before letting me in.

The cathedral Bell tower.

This building was gigantic and filled with much gold leaf and gold decorations. So nice to find out where all of the gold that the Spanish stole from the americas ended up. Seville was a very rich city because it had been give the monopoly on the American trade routes and used much of the profits to build and embellish its churches.

Incredible carved ceiling.

The city had also been a capital of the area under the Moors and so the other great attraction of the city is the Alcazar palace that I”ll visit tomorrow. The other claim to fame of this gigantic church is the final resting place of Christopher Columbus.

Tomb of Christopher Columbus.

Apparently he had been interred in the new world but his remains were finally transferred to seville in the 19th century. The scale of the the building, its decorations and Columbus’s tomb were not enough to really keep me there for longer than 45 minutes but the courtyard planted with orange trees was nice and I found a shady bench where I could watch the tourists and enjoyed the floor show. There has got to be an Olympic event using selfie sticks added to the game next go round. An easy win for the Chinese.
I walked over to the other church to get my money’s worth out of my ticket but here I found a bench in front of a fan where I could sit and examine the decoration. I tried to count all the figures in each alcove but could never be sure I wasn’t missing one. Those putti are good a blending into the woodwork. That being said, the amount of work on these carvings is just staggering. It really nauseating but in a in a over the top fashion. It did keep me looking.

San Salvador Cathedral.
The “other” church

Walked around till late enjoying the nightlife which is mostly young people parading up and down the plazas and shopping streets in their finest state of undress. I’ve never seen so little cover so much.
Bought my ticket to the Alcazar palace online and was able to walk right in at 9:30. Got to see much of the building which is still used by the royal family when they please. The building and its grounds was s originally a Moorish palace and mosque.

The courtyards and the carvings and tile work in some of the rooms were outstanding and made it difficult to move to the next room.

 

I ended up staying for 3-1/2 hours which included coffee in the cafe overlooking the gardens. Parts of thee complex were Moorish, other Moorish and Christian and other parts just Christian . Large parts of the gardens were laid out in the nineteenth century and were just delightful.

And quiet! Most of the tourists stuck to the buildings. Every time I wanted to leaved I turned around and went back for “one last look.” The carvings and tile work left by the Moors beats the gigantism and gold leaf of the baroque in the church next door.

 

Room with dome.

I managed to enjoy the garden and Palace before it got too crowded. I also filmed dozens of bird charming in one of the courtyards. I accidentally put the video on Slow Motion and was delighted with the accidental results. Too bad it doesn’t include sound.

Cordoba continued………

Tuesday May 30th

Cathedral walls in the morning light.

Got up early to make the 8:30 opening time of the Mezquita Cathedral.

Cathedral walls in the morning light. Notice the carvings.

This was originally a mosque but was converted into a church when the Moors were defeated. The building is huge and an amazing configuration of the of the original plain geometric decoration with gothic embellishments where ever they could be “embelled.” Sometimes a column begins with austere base but as the eye goes up it ends crowned with gothic wedding cake decoration.

Forest of columns.

Without a doubt the original is more to my taste. Still, you have to hand it to the christians they really know how to put on the dog. No shortage of gold leaf and Jesus in agony paintings.

Mixed styles, mixed media.

I went in, free no less, at 8:30 for a one hour grace period before groups are allowed in and I’m sure turn the place into a train station atmosphere with disco flashes going off like night time firefight from all the selfies being taken. In the middle of my visit someone began practicing on the mamouth organ that was in the center of the building so I found a bench and enjoyed the concert. It also served to cover up the cackling of the tourists rushing to and fro all afraid there might be something they failed to capture for their social media pages. I just sat looked and and enjoyed the view of the sea of moorish columns receding into the darkness. I tried to imagine what it looked like with hundreds if not thousands of worshippers all on their knees bowing toward Mecca. it must have been quite a sight and such a contrast with what is happening today in the space. They ushered us all toward the front door at 9:30 so I only had an hour but I’ll come back tomorrow for photos and more time in the forest of columns.

Bridge and gate

I went out into the blinding sunshine and walked across the the old stone bridge: La Puerto del Puente so I could have a view of the cathedral and the city stretched out along the river. At the end of the bridge was a giant stone gate that someone copied from Game of Thrones that once defended this city access. The view from the opposite bank was breathtaking and the crystal clear weather made everything glow.

The old bridge.

Not much to see on this side of the river so I walked back admiring the Roman structure sitting in front of the cathedral/mosque. The outside walls of the complex were encrusted with smaller gates and carving all topped with a crenelated finish to provide protection for the archers who once defended the building from infidels. From there I wondered into the oldest part of the city know as the Jewish quarter all of whom are long gone except fro a life size bronze of Maimonides. I’m sure it looks just like him and made him roll over in his grave as the Jews have the same prohibition of representational art – especially human figures – as do the Muslims. By the way the foot is worn shinny just like John Harvard in Cambridge. I never got close enough to touch it as I, alas, didn’t have a selfie stick to fight my way through the crowd. I walked through the very narrow streets of the quarter. Everything has been restored and the streets and sidewalks have all been paved with granite and sometimes even marble curbs. Everything is SO clean! I ended up a smaller gate that breached what was left of the old city wall and sat in the shade and enjoyed an ice coffee.

Another gate too the Jewish quarter.

A double espresso poured over some large ice cubes. What a treat!

Town center.

From there I ended up in the center of the newer part of town in a gorgeous plaza with the a Hotel Boston just to make me feel right at home.

Hotel Boston beckons.

The scale and proportions of the buildings surrounding this space were perfect. Five stories seems to be just right height and almost all the buildings have a tower on one side with some kind of statue or decoration on top. Did they have zoning back in the 19th century when this was built or were they just trying to fit in with the buildings in the rest of the plaza? Didn’t anyone want to make an extra buck by putting up more floors?
Had more coffee and then wandered back to my room to rest before dinner. I love this town!!

Walking in the center.

 

Wednesday
Another day beginning with a repeat visit to the cathedral where I succumbed to peer pressure and shot some photos, none of which do justice to the light or the space. Still I have to try and keep up with the Chinese. I just got to buy a selfie stick, at least so I have something to fence with. maybe later….


Had a long breakfast after and tried to catch up on typing this blog. Got to sit outside and eat and had access to a fast internet connection at the restaurant. And the coffee was great.

More walking around after just to get lost in the maze of streets and trying not to get run over by the bikes and motorcycles who are the only ones who can really get around in these street that wouldn’t even be called alleys back home. Some that do grant access to cars have little tiny sidewalks less than a foot wide that you jump up on to let the vehicles get by. The sunshine is strong and so everyone walks on the shady side of the street which means you have to switch sides often because they wind so much. I walked toward a church tower just to see what was there and along the way encountered other churches all of which I popped into but I’m pretty much “churched out” so it was as much for the shade as for the sightseeing. Lots of Jesús in agony statues and paintings. The town is not big so I passed through my favorite spots again and again as I toured.

 

Jesus and his girlfriend.

Spent the evening with Jesus (yes Jesus) sitting in the Plaza de la Corredera near my room surrounded by young people. A group of whom were singing but instead of football chants beautiful songs and harmonizing perfectly. Believe it or not we spent a chunk of the time talking about Buddhism. Plaza de la Is a miniature, but still large, plaza Mayor absent the football roadies and hucksters trying to sell me things and cage cigarettes. The beer sure tastes good after a day in the sun and And, its cheaper than water!

May 29th, Viva Cordoba!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Took the train to Córdoba, left 1/2 hour late but this is not Germany. Took a cab through the most narrow winding streets I’ve ever experienced. I was sure the cabby was trying to run up his tab but the bill was only 5 Euros. He drove just like me, shaking his fist and cursing everyone who got in his way. A good entry to the town.

Narrow “Streets”

My room was a little difficult to find, round the back off a little courtyard. Maria, who spoke no English greater me warmly and showed me to my room. Everything VERY modern and spotlessly clean. Northern Europe had nothing on her housecleaning. Her son Jesus arrived shortly and gave me a tour of the house and answered all my questions. he marked up a map with what I should see and gave me excellent suggestions as to what and where I should eat. Got settled and went for a walk immediately found myself in Plaza de la Corredera, elegant, and without the swarms of tourists I had to dodge in Madrid.

Plaza de la Corredera

I passed through and made my way through the winding street to a lovely park where I settled onto a bench in the shade and sketched a charming fountain. More strolling found me in the town center with the most elegant buildings including the Hotel Boston, I stopped for a cappuccino that was more of a confection that arrived with whipped cream topping and a rolled cookie on top. In addition unrequested but much appreciated was a free tall glass of ice water – with ice! This was a first. The first I’ve ever gotten in all of Europe, ever! I then had lunch at a place Jesus recommended as his favorite. It was an old tavern that specialized in local specialties. I got the Salmorejo.

Salmorejo

It’s a pure of tomatoes, green pepper, a small amount of bread and spices. It’s garnished with egg and Serrano ham. Outstanding and I practically licked the bowl. On top of that the service was friendly – the opposite of what I got in Madrid. Spain redeemed – Viva Espana! Went for a rest after some more walking and then late, almost 9:00, Scoped out a bustling place near the Marquita cathealdral that I was going to visit first thing the next day. But I was also transfixed by the light on the old stone bridge that was directly across from the Cathedral and shot a few photos that of course just don’t do it justice.

Evening light.

Dinner and dinner service was fabulous. I had “Jewish food” or so marked on the menu.I was eating in the old Jewish quarter after all. Including: a warm salad of rolled chard, chick peas decorated with ribbons of humus. Excellent. It was followed by lamb chunks and cous, cous flavored lightly with honey, raisins and spices also fabulous and my waiter Alfonso could not have been more helpful and friendly. I didn’t finish unto past eleven. I walked home only to find that the gate to the courtyard was closed and I had no way to open it. I walked all the way around to the other side of the courtyard – quite a walk – only to find the same thing. I sort of panicked and emailed Jesus hoping he was still awake. As I waited a kid road his bike up gave me a weird look and proceeded to pull on the gate which opened freely. I had been pushing. I burst out laughing which got me an even weirder look. And with a sigh of relief I emailed Jesus to apologize and went to my room. Great day!

Madrid, Friday May 26th – Monday May 29th

Madrid, Friday May 26th – Monday May 29th

Decided to visit some contemporary art and so went for a walk to the Museo Municiplal de Arts Contemporaneous. Walked into the more modern part of the city filled with American fast food joints, giant video billboards and tall buildings.

The beginning of La Grande Via

Walked down the street La Grande Via, very grand filled with crowded sidewalks and lots of cars buzzing by. Sunny hot day so made a pass through Plaza de Espana with a giant fountain topped by a statue of Cervantes on horseback with trusty Sanco by his side.

Fountain Honoring Cervantes

Lots of benches to sit and watch the people go by.

People watching at the fountain.

After I pass by a cafe with a seat available outside so I decided to have lunch – unfashionably early, before walking the rest of the way. As usual it wait and wait to get someone to see you and then after you wait and wait fro the privilege to pay. And, NO ONE ever says thank you. I begin every request with”porfavor” and end every action with “gracias.” In madrid that makes you a sucker. After almost 40 years in Boston where we take pride in our rudeness I feel like a piker in Madrid. We are positively gracious in Boston in comparison.
I arrived at the museum a few minutes after 2 only to learn that the hours are 10-2 and reopening at 5:30. Siesta is alive and well at this museum. I admired the building and used the facility and made my way back to Plaza Mayor.

Saturday

Went for an early walk to try and find breakfast only to find that i had come to the end of my Data limit and was cut off from the world. That means Maps! I made a detour through a market building admiring the fish and meat. Whole lamb carcasses really bring home the realization that you are eating something that was once alive. There is something to be said for vegetarianism. Fortunately everything I buy at home is cut up and packaged so I can ignore my sympathy for the animal. Finally found an open cafe. It was after 9:00 and god help you if you want to sit outside before that hour. In fact, Things don’t really commence till around 10:00. This is a problem for me because I’m just about always up by 5:30-6 no matter what time I go to bed. Hopped on the subway once fully caffeinated and popped up in Plaza del Sol where there is the trusty Vodaphone store and because this is the center of the city the requisite Apple Store. Only they and the fast foood and Sefora can pay the rents in these kind of places. I bought 3.5 more gigs of data and ventured back into the city.
I finally stumbled upon a major walking/shopping street which has more shoe shops than anyone could ever, EVER peruse. Wish I could be more appreciative but I did start noticing that shoes are a big thing here. Eat your hearts out girls back home. I started walking around around 6 and the street was mobbed. From a distance it looked like it was wall to wall or rather shoeshop to shoeshop people. In the thick of it it was crowded but passable.

Nice foreground and background composition.

But the women were rationally undressed and the men were just along for the purpose of holding the bags or paying for the drinks at the cafes. Saw a fair number of gay couples, hand in hand, something you don’t see too much of back home unless you are in P-town or may on occasion in Cambridge or Somerville.

Traffic circle

Loved the people watching and window shopping and walked all the way up to a major roundabout with the requisite large fountain in the middle. The best walk of my time in Madrid so far.

Sculpture at the roundabout.

Sunday
Last day in Madrid leaving for Córdoba tomorrow at 9:45. Tried to find breakfast but if you wasn’t something before 9-10, especially on Sunday, and want it outside good luck. I returned to my path last night and finally found a seat outside facing one of the roundabouts/fountain. After reading the paper I asked three times for a check only to remain invisible. I finally got up went inside and paid. There must be a rule that you cannot as a waiter do anything on a return trip. You have to studiously ignore someone waving , pleading for a bill and after they do acknowledge you and your request, forget about fulfilling it. There is much to be said for the institution of tipping we have in the states.

I walked to the contemporary museum that had taught me about siestas the day before and found a flea market being set up in the Giant courtyard. I went in to see the art. Almost all the art was forgettable or worse tho I must say the spaces and the hanging were of very high quality.. Both shows were seen an forgotten in about 15 minutes. I went out to explore the flea market that was mostly woman’s clothing but I did manage to find two used but fun Hawaiian shirts – two for 25 euros. I walked back to a restaurant I passed along the way and had a late brunch and they managed to seat me, feed me and take my money without contempt. There were a lot of American voices. They also had free wifi so I could download and read the Sunday globe.

 

Bachelorette party in the plaza.

Sunday evening I went back on the same walk but managed to snag a great table in a little pizza in what appears to be a very cool part of the city. I got a text from mother via tom that indicated the wifi was fixed and we could possibly FaceTime. I decided to try using the cellular option and it worked perfectly. So here I was drinking beer in a lovely cafe and talking with my brother and mother AND seeing their faces at the same time. No delays and no bumps in the connection.
I gave them both a of the a pan of my scene and enjoyed my beer and cigarette as I talked.
I young woman covered in tattoos motioned to ask if she could share my table and I was happy to comply and before my conversation with home was over her boyfriend also covered in tattoos joined us. I assumed they were locals but as soon as I hung up I heard German and realized they were tourists. They were Swiss and he was a tattoo artist – surprise! And she ran a shop.

Imre and Salome

They, of course, were very curious about Trump and so the conversation was mostly about politics and the economy. Not what I would have expected. We talked for an hour and I was sorry when they took of to meet someone.

Plaza Del sole my last evening in Madrid.

 

 

 

 

 

Walked more than 27,000 steps my last day in Madrid. Slept well that evening.

View out my room just steps from the Plaza Mayor.

Madrid, Sunday May 21st- 24th

Plaza Mayor

Took the fast train from Valencia to Madrid (first class no less and only 6 euros more). the train is gorgeous and travels as fast as 300Km/hour. That’s 185 MPH!! Made it to Madrid in less than two hours in quiet and comfort.
My B and B is just next to the Plaza Mayor and on the forth floor with an elevator thank goodness. I got settled and then went for a walk to just see the neighborhood. Much more frenetic than either Valencia or Barcelona the sidewalks are crowded but this time not just with tourists. Lots more cars and things seemed louder inn this much bigger city.

Hustle and bussel.

I ended up back at my room very tired after a night of not much sleep because of a dog next door that was crying the entire night. Had a quick bite and made it an early night.

Monday May 22nd.

Took one of those free walking tours I find in every city. You don’t pay upfront but can give what you like at the end. I usually give them ten Euros and while the tours aren’t great they do give you a basic overview of the neighborhood. Our guide ended our tour with an impassioned speech about how her fellow Millennials had to leave Spain after the crash in 2008, and almost 50% unemployment, but it gave them a chance to see other parts of Europe and come back with new ideas. She does not like the political parties but is hopeful people are becoming more organized and voting. I walked to the Reina Sofia Contemporary museum that had a great Picasso show to go along with their crown jewel Guernica which I hadn’t seen since it was returned to Spain, from NYC in the 80s.

Guernica.

Even the mobs couldn’t take away from the masterpiece and I found it even more moving now that I had visited Catalonia where so much of the fighting had taken place during the civil war. They had a little room with photos of the painting as Picasso was working on it. It was amazing to see all the changes that took place from beginning to end. Quite a process of discovery for the artist as he worked and evolved his ideas.
The rest of the exhibition were some excellent works leading up to this period when he did this painting and the aftermath the painting had on his ideas and the work that followed. They did not permit photos of the exhibition so it was great to see people actually looking at the work rather than documenting it for their social media pages. great show!!

Tuesday May 23rd, The Prado.

Me with Goya in front of the Prado.

Off to the Prado Museum arriving on tome for my 10am opening. BTW folks always buy your ticket online and avoid standing in line with the rabble. They even had a special entry for prepaid tickets.
Really here for Velazquez and the Goyas and did they deliver! Lots of both, in fact there were so many Goyas that I lost interest with the bright lightly colored “sweet ones” on the third floor that were studies for tapestries.

I found Las Meminas by Valasquez and it wasn’t even that mobbed this early. For me this is a piece about composition rather than painting. The quirks of the piece: whose reflected in the mirror? Who is that i silhouetted in the doorway. The dwarf amongst the children of the painting and, of course, there’s Velazquez with his brush and canvas starring out at us, the viewer, or is he? Picasso did 53 painting based on this work – I saw them in Barcelona – as have thousands of artists over the years. It’s the questions that this painting raises rather than the virtuosity of the painting that carries the piece. If you want to see paint handling you look at the rest of the room filled with equestrian and portraits of the the ugliest monarchs in Europe. What a waste of talent! I didn’t know BTW that photos were forbidden so I got off one with me and Les Meminas before I was shut down.

Just like Valasquez I include myself in the composition.

So sorry! And I mean that sincerely. All the photos in this post are from google who provides higher quality than I could ever shoot with my phone.

As good as Velazquez proved to be at painting. Goya truely has him beat with subject. The black paintings which were originally painted directly on the walls of his home are amazing painting, composition, and because he was only try to please himself, subject.

One of the “Black Paintings.”

My favorite was a small section of two old men eating.

Old men eating.

The faces are amazing and the paint handling virtuoso as Francis Bacon. The one of Saturn eating his child is positively ghoulish and would make a great Halloween image.

Saturn eating his child.

The larger works in the room are virtually piles of faces each different but each expressing tremendous emotions of ecstasy and fear. Wow!

“Black painting”

So glad to finally see these in person after so many years looking at them in books. BTW the Giant which I had always admired is, according to the text on the wall, no longer attributed to Goya. Sigh…….. I still like it and it does hang on the wall in the same room with his “authentic” works!

The Giant.

There are dozens and dozens of his works and eventually I ODed and went for a coffee to recover. I’m finding I can only look for an hour or an hour and a half max before I need a long break for caffeine and nicotine.
It’s a huge museum with a great collection including a Fra Angelico annunciation that just takes my breath away! His painting is one of my first great loves!

Fra Angelico.

A red cardinal by Rafael is a high point as is a copy of the Mona Lisa by one of Leonardo’s disciples who did quite a nice job of imitating his boss.

Red cardinal by Raphael.

Copy of Mona Lisa.

Returned to the contemporary Museum Reni Sofia to see what I missed on the first go round but couldn’t resist another look at Guernica. I downloaded pictures of the early states of the painting and was even more impressed that the end work looked so fresh and spontaneous after so many revisions. So great to have the opportunity to see his thinking too often hidden or couched in gobeligook from critiques.

Early state of Guernica.

Final state of Guernica.

The rest of he collection was mostly forgettable but it was still worth the ticket price to see the Picasso show again. Also got introduced to the the lunch menu at a local place away from the tourist traps. Lunch include entree, salad, drink and coffee for less than 10 euros. It would have been twice that in the plaza mayor and definitely not as good. Also went up to the top floor of the new building. No art but magnificent views and dramatic spaces. Wish the art was commensurate with architecture.

New wing. Top floor.

New wing looking up.

Thursday
Museum Thyssen-Bornemisza. A magnificent collection, so many painting I had seen in books here in the flesh. A particular standout was the portrait of Giovanna Tornabuoni by Ghirlandaio.

Portrait of Giovanna Tornabuoni by Ghirlandaio.

breathtakingly beautiful. The colors in the photo are a little too strong but the look on her face is truly angelic. I also managed to show a guy taking photos that he could get them off the web. Maybe one less idiot taking bad photos instead of actually looking. Also was Christ  Amoung the Doctors by Durer. The hands in the center are the real stars of the piece.

Christ amoung the Doctors.

Some great Rembrandts including a portrait of George Washington’s cook.

Washington’s cook by Copley (thanks to Alan for correcting my original attribution!)

A great Lucian Freuds including a portrait of the Baron himself.

FREUD, Lucian_portrait of Barón H.H. Thyssen-Bornemisz

I had to take two breaks in the cafe which had padded seating! Way too many to list or type about. What a treasure for the Spanish culture to own. Thank you Baron Thyssen.

May 19th-21st, Valencia

First full day in Valencia and it was just me and Mr. Calatrava. The world famous Spanish architect who managed to get the city to fund an enormous complex of his buildings in the linear park on the edge of the old city.

Calatrava Buildings.

The buildings are magnificent architecture but there is nothing much of interest inside. One is a performance space the next is a science museum and the third, I’m not sure.

Performance space.

The scale of the place makes the people just bugs and there are not that many of them.

With sculpture.

I had a coffee in a small cafe that I’m sure was not part of the original design but at least had a few tables and a great view.

Not my photo. But a great night shot.

I had walked to the buildings but broke down and took a bus to the contemporary art museum and saw some rather forgettable art. The place is a magnificent space but not commensurate with the art they were showing except for a gallery of Gonzalez sculptures which were somewhat captivating.

Gonzalez portrait.

I guess I’m a little jaded after last Summers’s offerings in Northern Europe. Just as I came out of the building it got very dark and started to rain – Yahoo weather had definitely not predicted this and when loading my pack I had purposely left my umbrella behind. Dodged under balconies but finally gave up and found a restaurant to have coffee until it quit.

Tuna on a schemer of gaucomole with a light Asian sauce.

Dinner was at a restaurant that my landlord Jan had recommended. The food was great but the service which I am coming to understand is not what I would expect back home was poor. Tuna on a shmere of guacamole with a light Asian sauce and then 20 minute later some fried artichokes. Great food wish they had treated me better.

Met my neighbor in the next room Adrian from Manchester, UK and had a lovely long chat. He has a remarkably similar background and outlook on life. We agreed to have dinner the next evening. Our landlord Jan was delighted that we made friends. Jan was German but had lived in Valencia for the last 30 years. An antique dealer, his house was decorated with original art and he was vary curious about mine. I as happy to show him.

Friday began with coffee in front of the facade of the ceramics museum.

Ceramics museum.

Ceramics museum.

If you like Baroque design this is the place. Incredibly and elaborately carved marble figures and embellishments that escape my powers of description. Here for once a photo is much better than words.

From there I made my way to the art museum and once again found a great building but with a rather limited collection. One Velazquez self portrait and and a Bosch that was very impressive tho poorly lit.

Checking for what exactly? Detail from Bosch Triptych.

Detail from Bosch triptych.

After that I made my way through a lovely park and watch some school kids swarm over a small fountain. Made for some good photos.

Composition of kids.

Then wandered around in a neighborhood that was definitely upscale including a building that had once been the town market. Now filled with boutiques.

“Old” market building.

Old market building, now boutiques.

When I got back to my room I found Jan in the living room and spent about two hours talking with him and discussing my art and his business. He had delt, among other things, antique Rino horn. Not sure how I felt about that but he assured me that it was quite old and so had nothing to do with extinction now being perpetrated on that poor species. He told me that he wanted Adrian and I to go to dinner with him and his wife an invite that was immediately excepted. The nearby restaurant was excellent and we were greeted like old friends by the owner. He seemed quite pleased that I ordered the bull’s tail entree, a specialty of Valencia. We all split a series of tapas that came and were eaten so fast that I cannot remember what we had except to say that all were excellent as was the conversation.

Jan, Doug, Adrian,Raquel. She’s from Paraguay.

A great dinner and time was had by all. After, Raquel was tired and went home, but we went to a bar that specialized in beer and had a few, closing the place down. Jan was pretty gone by now but he did manage to guide us home with a short detour to show us a carving on a building that was the spitting image of Chewbacca from Star Wars even tho the building predates George Lucas by a few hundred years.

Saturday was just wandering and I discover a botanic garden that provided some nice shade and quiet from the roar of the city. A class of painters was spread out all over the place trying, very hard, but without much success to capture the place. Just near the garden was a last remnant of the city walls, now all demolished, except for a giant gate that was peppered with divots made by the cannon balls of Napoleon’s besieging army.

Saturday night was dinner with Adrian. We sat outside in perfect weather in an excellent location for people watching.

Doug and Adrian at dinner Saturday night.

The food was not memorable, but the girl watching for me, and the boy watching for him, was excellent. I was shocked when I found out it was almost 1:00am. The streets were still packed and showed no signs of slowing down. I was however, and had a 10:00 am train to catch to Madrid the next morning.

Lovely town, great food and excellent people watching.

May 16th, last day in Barcelona. May 17th first in Valencia.

Spent the last day in Barcelona just wandering and a return visit to La Segrada Familia. This time I went in the later afternoon sacrificing smaller crowds for late afternoon light thri the stained glass windows. The place is so impressive that nothing interferes with its wonder and enjoyment. I walked from my room in the old city taking a meandering path as my entry time wasn’t until 2:00. For the most part the newer part of the city is large straight boulevards with big buildings but thankfully my path did not take me through the newest part of the city. Most of the buildings were late 19th or early 20th century with occasional facades that exhibit influences by Gaudi.

Even tho I had been before, coming around the corner and seeing the church again was every bit as impressive as the first time I saw it last week. I slowly made my way around the block that it filled stopping for coffee and long sits where ever I could find a place just to gaze at the various sides of the building. I also enjoyed watching the tourist have their photos taken posing in front of each side. I was amazed how many people were siting with their backs to the view – I guess they already had their pictures and didn’t need to waste and more time observing.

When I got in the light was every bit as glorious as was the the space itself. And, even tho I was just there last week, coming into the space still took my breath away. the light was still pretty much straight overhead so the full effect of the later afternoon slant projecting through the stained glass was yet to come. I wandered around and even managed to discover a chapel that I had missed on my first visit. it was quite new with lots of glass and if I’m not mistaken built of manufactured stone and wood. To me, while the space was lovely, felt like cheating and since most of the original drawings by Gaudi were burnt during the civil war I’m not sure how much of this part was truely his creation or merely inspired by him. Not to quibble it was still very impressive.

As the light progressed the warmth of the the red and orange colored windows in the main space positively made everything glow. Aparantly th stained glass artist commissioned to do all the windows had been and continues to work on them since the beginning of the 21st century almost 20 years. He is not done and it looks like a lifetime sinecure as there is still much to do.

Late afternoon afternoon light.

More light.

Spent about 3 hours inside and then more on the grounds before tiring of the crowds and making my exit. Still it was had to leave and I spent more time in the park across the street just looking at the facade and trying not to be too distracted by the crowds. Still sometimes its nice to be distracted.

Distractions.

Walked back and after a rest had my last dinner in Barcelona at an Argintinian restaurant my host recommended.

Wednesday, May 17, Arrive Valencia.

After a 4 hour train ride with a car full of loud cell phone talkers I arrived in Valencia and walked to my B and B. Had a hell of a time finding the front door but eventually I found it and met my host Jan – originally from Germany – but living in Valencia for 30 years. The apartment was filled with original art some of even nice and I got a pleasant room with a desk. Chatted with Jan and got a suggestion to go to a roof top terrace for lunch.

View while having lunch.

Had a great salad, a pretty waitress and a wonderful view that inspired me to take out my sketch pad. I wandered around and found myself at the contemporary art museum. Gorgeous building, forgettable exhibitions. Then, after a bit of strolling about and and viewing some of the most Baroque facades I ever seen I went back to my room and made it an early evening.

Baroque

 

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