This weekend I went down to the old part of town, called Casco Viejo, in an attempt to find a church that I wanted to visit. Improbably enough, I failed on both Saturday and Sunday – the place must be really well hidden – but I did get to stroll along the banks of the estuary on the way back. In Spanish it’s called the ría, which I think is a lovely contrast to the masculine term for river, río.
Both times I used the metro to take me down town. It’s cleanest and newest I’ve seen anywhere.
There’s sort of an extension to the Guggenheim that’s built so the museum appears to envelop the bridge right next to it. You can see the sun shining between the stone tiles, though.
This evening the sun finally came out after showers off and on all day, but yesterday the clouds stuck around.
I walked down the side of the ría opposite the Guggenehim yesterday and took a number of pictures, so you could see the boat form of the museum and its scale compared to the bridge and skyscraper near it.