After visiting the Museum of Modern Art I headed into the old city to get a last look at the Fallas and the Virgin.
| That didn't stop me from heading down any street or alley that looked interesting |
| and let Google "recalculate" frequently. |
| Even small wider areas would have a display |
| This was knitted with a soft chenille like yarn. |
| I couldn't read the Spanish signs at the displays but some were pretty clear - No War. |
| I think her feet hurt. |
| It was Wednesday, |
| 2 days before |
| all of these |
| would go up |
| in flames. |
| The streets were crowded |
and noisy
|
| Although I couldn't understand the signage |
| others could and I would see people pointing to them |
| and discussing them. The dialogue was obviously part of the experience. |
| The crowds got thicker |
| as I neared the square of the Virgin. |
| There were lots of tour groups. |
| The presentation of flowers |
| continues for days until she is entirely robed in them. |
| The Turia fountain |
| is also engulfed in floral displays. |
| I had lunch with a front row seat to the melee in the square |
| and then made my way back to the Serrano Gate |
| where the Fallas we had seen being delivered |
| was now standing |
| and making a statement. |
I sat for a while, getting my breath, at the bus stop. There were no buses running and I contemplated walking up to the bus station to see if anything was running from there. I was tired and overstimulated and opted for a taxi
| which took me back to the peace and quiet of Port de Segunto. From there I walked back to |
| Playa de Canet. |
| I needed this! |
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