Our first stop in Spain was the, dare I say, quite horrible, town of Figueres. It may have left its stain on my memory as we couldn’t find the lovely Aire (the term used for a normally free camper van stop with a loo and water) and ended up in the safe but uninspiring Mercadet Hyper market car park, also an Aire. (Meaning we had to time our toilet trips with the opening hours as the loos were in the shop!)
Or it could have been the eyes on us as we got lost, in areas that made the Wire seem like Disney or it could have been the fact that the only reason any one would ever visit the God forsaken place was the Dali museum which had one pigging signpost in the whole pigging town.
Mmmm the Dali museum; what a cracking place. Designed by the man himself and opened in 1974 this monument to his work is a living work of art in itself with rooms and corridors designed to showcase and inspire. Hazel kept saying, for a couple of days after, Wet in the car Daddy, referring to the rain that fell in a full sized car which was one of the works. Her drawing has also taken on some interesting new shapes!
Didn’t really know much about Dali, but am captured by his love of nature and his thinking behind his art.
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