|Solo figure at sundown|
We had an early departure this morning for a bus trip to the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain. I didn't take my camera into the museum since I suspected photos weren't allowed. I've had to check it in the past, which I didn't want to do, so it seemed easier to just skip this. In fact, photos weren't permitted (wink-wink), so I rather regret my hesitation. We were late getting home this afternoon and I haven't had a chance to ask whether any of my fellow-travellers happened to find mysterious photos in their cameras that they'd be willing to share from around and about the Museum.
The day was not done at the museum. We also had a leisurely afternoon visit to San Sebastian. I was there in 1959 with my first husband and remembered a classy elegance. Many of those recollections were confirmed and still in place, although the city has grown enormously. Being modern tourists with buses and guides, we covered a lot more territory than we did as hitchhiking students.
The sun was going down by the time Kathy, Mary Lou and I came back to the hotel from dinner, pretty well exhausted (me, anyway ... the other two actually stay in shape). I washed out a bunch of undies and my perpetual black pants, so all in all, I'm nodding off at just reading email, let along wrestling with posting pictures of San Sebastian. I really want to go to sleep.
I'll try better tomorrow.