I first visited Albufeira on the Algarve in Portugal in 1985…
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El Cid is the national hero Spain, the knight who reclaimed Iberia from the Moors of North Africa. He was born (nearby) and buried in Burgos and the modern city doesn’t let you forget it.
The Puente de San Pablo (San Pablo Bridge) is the most famous in Burgos, crossing the Arlanzón River in the spot where the San Pablo gate to the city used to stand.
The bridge is decorated with statues of nobleman and famous sons from Castille, including El Cid and his warrior allies and also his wife, Doña Ximena Díaz.
My last ‘Odd One Out’ Challenge turned out to be a bit easy so I am hoping that this one is a little more challenging.
Pictures of doors taken in Greece – which is the odd one out?
The Museum Quarter in Leicester has some very fine houses and some grand doors. It reminded me straight away of Dublin.
Click on an image to scroll through the Gallery…
Family holiday in Wales, where it nearly always rains…
Linked to One Word Sunday at Debbie’s here
I nearly went to Scotland this week for William Wallace or Walter Scott…
But eventually decided to stay closer to home and include William Wilberforce from Hull…
William Wilberforce is probably the most famous son of the city. He began his political career in 1780 and dedicated almost all of his life to the campaign to abolish the slave trade.
When it comes to taking pictures I like doors, statues, balconies and washing lines, Kim on the other hand likes people pictures so I thought I might share a few of them with you.
This one was taken in the fishing port town of Vila do Conde in Portugal. I like to think that this woman has a lot of fishy stories to tell.
Three fishers went sailing out into the West,
Out into the West as the sun went down;
Each thought on the woman who lov’d him the best;
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
For men must work, and women must weep,
And there’s little to earn, and many to keep,
I usually associate Blue Doors with the Greek Islands but I chanced upon these barely two miles from home in the North Lincolnshire village of Keelby.
At the World famous art museum Del Prado there is an entrance fee during the day but free admission after six o’clock for poor people to enjoy the last two hours of the day.
As it was only mid afternoon there was time for a quick drink at a pavement bar before Richard and I retraced our footsteps back to the Del Prado while the girls chose instead to go the department store El Corte Inglés. Culture is different things to different people and I no longer challenge that.
The free entry at six is so popular that it means that realistically if you want to get in with time to spare it is necessary to start queuing at five and when we arrived just before there was already a long line several yards long and we were a long way back from the entrance next to a grand statue of the painter Diego Rodríguez de Silva y Velázquez where we stood now and waited for fifty minutes or so.
This is the thirteenth most visited art gallery in Europe, first is the Louvre in Paris, second the Vatican Museum in Rome and third the Tate Modern in London.
I began to get concerned about how long it would take to get inside and worried that there might not be enough time to see all around the inside of the museum but at about six the line started to shuffle slowly forward at a pace as though people had shoe laces tied together but at about twenty past six we were inside.
I don’t really know what I was worrying about because to be honest I was completely bored with it all after about half an hour. I enjoyed the exhibition of Goya paintings but after that everything was so samey. Let’s be honest there are only so many pictures of the crucifixion that you want to see or two hundred year old paintings of Charles III and the royal family so after only an hour or so I was happy to leave. I told you that I am a Philistine.
More statues in Madrid…