Caught the metro into Bilbao this morning - about 10 miles upriver. Went straight to the Guggenheim museum. We were both bowled over by the building and the fish gallery but most of the rest of the exhibits just left me cold - are all modern artists obsessed with sex, rubbish, gluttony and depression? To cheer ourselves up we wandered off to the old town and had delicious tapas and a glass of wine - all was well again. Came across a rack of Bilbao Bikes as opposed to Boris Bikes, but couldn’t work out how to work them!! Maybe no-one else could either as the rack was full?
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