Today, we crossed over from France into Spain. We’d been hopeful for stunning mountain vistas as far as the eye could see, but the reality was blanket mist on every side. To spice things up, our sat-nav suggested leaving the motorway about 100 metres from the Spanish border. Only when we’d hit the slip road did we notice sat-nav had sent us onto a narrow ‘Police and Emergency Vehicles Only’ road to nowhere. A panicked emergency stop on the chevrons, followed by one of those awful ‘what-were-they-thinking?’ manoeuvres you see on ‘Cops With Cameras’ style programmes…and we were safely back on the road to Spain.
We had picked Figueres as the first stopping point in Spain…it’s close to the border and is also home to the Salvador Dali Museum. We also picked a campsite yesterday whilst we still had an internet dongle, and we’re at Camping Pous, which is walking distance from the Dali Museum and from Figueres itself.
The Museum was a budget-busting 12 euros entrance fee, and was incredibly busy. The building is circular, so the gallery spaces are narrow and curved, and there’s a lot of turning back on oneself. Add to that 27 coach-loads of French school children on a day trip, and it wasn’t the easiest art space I’ve ever visited, but I loved it nonetheless. Here are some flaky pictures:
After half a day in Spain, I’m liking it a lot, but finding my lack of any language skills whatsoever quite a shock! France was a breeze really, even though my French has 25 years of rust on it. I have no Spanish to de-rust, so it’s all new to me. I’m hoping a general aptitude for languages and some very rusty latin will somehow be of use…