Its a busy vibrant place.lots of old style continental appartment buildings and also a lot of new high rise development. A quick look at a few 'what to do' sites became slightly overwhelming but eventually we decided to walk into town and find the Picasso Museum.
We walked along the beach and through a park full of the sound of parakeets - very noisy but they were really difficult to actually spot. Once into the nub of the town we wound our way directed by google maps and found the museum...
The queue was enormous... so we wandered a bit further and found a coffee shop and sat enjoying the sunshine while we booked tickets for later in the afternoon. It worked out well when we returned 30 mins later we didnt even have to queue.
The museum was interesting.. a homage to Picasso from his birthplace. A varied collection of work from across his life. Paintings from when he was 15 years old right up his death in 1973.
There was quite a bit of sculptural work as well. It was a good insight to Picasso's life and ethos, both publically and privately but in the end, for me, it just served to prove I'm not a Picasso fan.
There was quite a bit of sculptural work as well. It was a good insight to Picasso's life and ethos, both publically and privately but in the end, for me, it just served to prove I'm not a Picasso fan.
In addition to the Picasso art there was a visiting exhibition by Farrah Attasi. Colourful interpretations of females and cubism. I liked them but as an exhibition I felt they were all a bit similiar.
We meandered through town, the Cathedral was a stunning piece or architecture. Huge gothic towers and beautifully ornate stonework.
Everywhere you looked was just completely over the top decoration. There was quite a lot of restoration work happening as well.
Some how we got into a kind of cyclic almost predetermined toute.... Whichever way we went we just kept ending up back at the cathedral🤣🤣 some kind of calling perhaps🤣.
More likley our left legs were worn down by so much walking... the landmarks were all the same tourist shops selling endless fridge magnets - although we did find a quirky shop where I bought my trip souvenir a plaited/ woven donkey head. The interesting looking shops all seemed to be closed.
Eventually we broke the pattern and found ourselves in the marina. Once again we were gobsmacked at some of the boats docked.
We found a comfy looking bar a sat down with a beer to people watch. The marina was buzzing, bars, market stalls, restaurants, and more shops. It was difficult though to decide who might be owning the superyachts... 🤣 I had to get on google.
The Lady Moura... currently docked in Malaga owned by a mexican billionairei is the worlds 48th biggest yacht... now worth a mere $125 million .......the smaller less impressive 'Zenobia' moored next to the 'Lady Moura' is only worth about $40 million.... positively obscene really!
I still love our campervan more.(priceless to me)
Anyway back to reality - or rather what passes for normality at the moment - our feet seriously ached and we needed more subsistance than beer could offer so we limped on back to our cabin we currently call home.
We swapped adventures with the 7.00 o'clock club and had dinner. After dinner we sat on the aft deck and watched Malaga twinkle under a full moon. Its a 20 min walk into town from the ship and we just couldnt find the energy so a glass of wine and a nice chat with some guests and we called it a night
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