Connor came to the beach today for a swim. Most of the day we did our own thing. I went to Picasso's birthplace, the Carmen Thyssen museum and the bus station for our Granada tickets. Plus the fruit shop and bakery.
Picasso's birthplace
Connor slept in and played on the computer.
But together we went to the beach. Sooner or later we will be going out for paella.
The Carmen Thyssen was a great size for an art gallery and there were some terrific paintings. There was one of a very young nun which makes you kind of sad, as if she is giving her life away. And I wondered why. Then I saw a moving painting of the suffering of Christ and could see why. It still seems a bit rough though. Nevertheless, her life was probably not so bad compared to the alternatives back in the day when these were painted.
Did she fall in love with the suffering young man?
Also, some other very spanish paintings. I am very drawn to Velasquez as well as Goya.
The one below is hilarious if you can make it out.
Some party!
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