I just had the wonderful opportunity to spend 96 hours in Bilbao, where I haven't been since 1957, that's right - 51 years ago.
Several people here expressed envy that I was escaping Paris's cold, rainy, dreary Spring/Summer for warm and Sunny Spain - ahhh, but this morning on my runnies/walkies/limpies, it was 15 C there and a colleague from Oslo said there it was 30 C (not confirmed by my Google search though) there, so go figure.
It hardly mattered; from the moment I came into the city I was blown away by the art, architecture and artful city planning.
I walked a lot, seeing buildings with colors I'd not seen since Iceland,
and I worked some (below is the university if you can believe it) as seen from the Guggenheim side of the river,
and it was all quite delightful.
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