We were so close to Jerez, the home of sherry, it seemed daft not to go there. We had heard about a handy camperstop, Autocaravanas Del Morada, and decided to give it a try. The first thing that happens when you arrive is that they give you a glass of sherry. How is that for a warm welcome?! It was very close to Jerez and had a bus stop just across the road.
Next day we were on the bus for an enormous sum of 1.20 euros each. We found the tourist information office and gathered some useful local knowledge. The advisor was extremely proud of his town and pointed us in the direction of the main attractions of which there are many. He advised us to partake of the free flamenco in Tabanco El Pasaje, rather than paying over the odds. The Tabanco is a small sherry bar in a narrow back street and there is a flamenco turn twice daily. We actually saved the treat for the next day and enjoyed a couple of glasses of sherry whilst being amazed at the male flamenco dancer!
The singer and guitarist were excellent and it was a different but enjoyable experience.
I digress. We started off our explorations by visiting the Alcazar and its surroundings. It is a grand building surrounded by a large park with views of Bodegas such as Sandeman, Tio Pepe and Gonzales Byass.
The cathedral was a bit pricey to enter and did not have a good write up in our Spain book so we spent the money on a glass of sherry in one of the delightful squares.
Warmed by the liquor, we wandered happily around the streets and admired the squares and buildings. The place was buzzing with activity until 1400 when suddenly siesta time had arrived and the crowds seemed to disappear.
We had arrived at Jerez on a monday and had planned to visit the School of Andalucian dancing horses on the tuesday. We were disappointed to learn that they only hold the show on a thursday in Jan and Feb. As we were so close, we decided it was worth hanging on until thursday which gave us extra time to explore Jerez. The show day arrived and, as we were now practically locals, we hopped off the bus close to the school and made our way down the back streets. The Real Escuela Andaluza Del Arte Ecuestre is an amazing place. The grounds that house the school are tremendous and the museum of horsemanship and the carriage museum were interesting and informative. There is a lot of history around the showmanship that is associated with these horses and their riders. The show itself was wonderful and apparently I had an enormous smile on my face throughout. It is forbidden to take photos in the museums or at the show but we managed a few shots around the grounds.
The school and the show was the highlight of the visit for me but there was so much to enjoy in Jerez that it would be a worthwhile destination for another visit. I would thoroughly recommend it as a short break destination.
Rather than brave the hurly burly of Cadiz for our accommodation, we went to Puerto de Santa Maria. From there it is a ferry ride to Cadiz across the Bahia de Cadiz. It was a 20 minute walk from the campsite to the ferry terminal and a 30 minute journey across the bay. The cost, as ever, was far less than the 4 minute trip across Portsmouth harbour! However, it was not as interesting.
Cadiz has a 3000 year old history and is said to be the oldest city in Europe. It is situated on a peninsula and was founded by the Phoenicians in 1100 AC. Next came the Carthaginians and then the Romans. It was always a prosperous place. The Romans and Visigoths left their marks and then from 711 it was Moorish territory, until King Alfonso the Wise took it back during the second half of the 13th century making it part of the Kingdom of Castile. This province contributed to the colonisation of America during 15th century. Christopher Columbus and other illustrious seafarers used the ports of Cadiz to sail to the New Continent. The 18th century was the golden age of Cadiz and the overseas trade gave the place a cosmopolitan chracter. Today you can see how the different influences have shaped the character of the city, and it makes it an interesting place to explore.
We spent 2 days in Cadiz and there was still plenty to see. As usual we enjoyed the atmosphere of the different areas and selected a few places to visit that particularly piqued our different interests.
From the ferry, the first place we came to was the Plaza San Juan de Dios. This is a main square with fountains, restaurants and the Ayuminiento. We stopped there for coffee and were entertained by a belly dancer.
As ever, I was quite keen to see the cathedral and we enjoyed wandering down the narrow streets until we arrived at the Plaza de la Catedral. The square is home to other striking buildings such as the Iglesia de Santiago. Throughout the city there are splendid buildings to appreciate and we managed to see more that we could photograph. Often the streets are so narrow that you can’t get back far enough to take a picture.
We had been quite organised for a change and marked the places we wanted to visit on the map of Cadiz. I read that the Oratory of the Santa Cueva was decorated with paintings by Goya, so that was on the list. It cost 3 euros each to go in and at first we were disappointed with the dark and dingy interior. Once we got up to the upper chamber, the beauty was striking. The oratory has two chapels and it is a monument within the history of Spanish art and the most important piece of work of Cadiz Neoclassicism. The building has been used since the discovery of a subterranean cave in 1756 when it was cleared up and used by the members of the Brotherhood of the Santa Cueva.
This was a hard act to follow but, I bravely scaled the glass steps up to the top of the Tavira Tower. The views across Cadiz were worth the fear (i am not good with heights, spiral stairs or glass floors and the ascent involved all three!). The tower is one of several watchtowers in Cadiz and has now been turned into a focal point. It is situated at the highest lookout point in the old town. At the top of the tower is the first Camera Obscura to be installed in Spain. I had a time slot to attend a presentation in English and it was a fascinating 360 degree view of the city with commentary by one of the guides.
We strolled along the promenade towards the old town entrance which now houses an exhibition, we were too late and it was closing, and the puppet museum. We went in the museum and were impressed by the variety and quality of the many puppets from different countries.
There are so many lovely squares and features down the narrow streets, such as the curved corner decorations. I quickly dashed along to look at the Plaza De Espana and found more elegant buildings.
We had covered a lot of ground during our two day visit and still had more to see but we decided to call it a day and we will probably come again on another Winter visit.
Puerto de Santa Maria
When we booked into the campsite at Santa Maria we had no idea that there was a lovely old town just up the road. Having exhausted our enthusiasm for Cadiz, we thought we had better check out the delights closer to home. We were certainly not disappointed, although we were not able to visit the impressive looking Castillo de San Marcos. The Castillo is privately owned and you can only visit on certain days. When we were there it was hosting a Harry Potter event so was closed to the general public.
We walked down to the main church, the Basilica Menor Na Santa de Los Milagros. It is very ornate and sports a number of storks nests complete with storks. We were quite surprised!
For a reasonably modest sized town, there is a large bullring with a very attractive statue outside. There is also a fountain complete with bullfighter and bull.
A beautifully tiled building caught our eye as we passed by
Another grand building impressed us as we turned away from the Basilica.
By now we were saturated with wonderful buildings of all ages and styles. We spent the next day catching up with some “housework” before setting out for pastures new. Next stop, Jerez.
Leaving La Garrofa, we moved on towards Malaga. We had an idea that it would be worth stopping at a campsite north of Malaga for one night and we decided on a site at Torre Del Mar. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the site was full. I say fortunately, because we had a free night on a bit of rough ground overlooking the sea instead. We were not alone and it was a short walk from a very nice promenade for an evening stroll.
We had expected to move south of Malaga and then get the bus or train in for a visit. However, research showed up an Autocaravanas at Malaga Beach. I phoned to check if they had any space and was advised that they were full but, if we got there at around 0900 next day, we could wait for a space. This we did and we were lucky to get a spot close to the beach. The facilities were good and the bus was a ten minute walk away.
Malaga has more than 3000 years of history and is now a renowned cultural destination. It is the birthplace of Picasso and it now has the Pompidou Centre to lift its cultural credentials. It retains evidence of the influence of the Phoenicians, Romans and Arabs on its culture and architecture. There is enough for a few days exploration but, as usual, we gave it two days. We saw the things that interested us and left a few treats for another time.
The bus took us to the main part of the city where we were close to one of the Tourist Information offices. Whilst there collecting a map, we were approached by a Spanish gentleman who was about to start a walking tour in English and Spanish. We were happy to join the tour as we have had many interesting walking tours in other cities. He was a true local with a love of his city and had a wealth of knowledge and a sense of humour.
We started at the main shopping street which is now full of well known names. It is the centre for all the events such as fiestas that take place during the year and all the apartments above the shops are owned by wealthy folk who use them during such times. Apparently it is too noisy there for people to want to live there permanently.
We ended the tour in the square which has the Teatro Romano and a great view of the Alcazaba. As is often the case with these tours, we were taken to a restaurant for the opportunity to enjoy the tapas and were given a free snifter of something! We didn’t partake of the tapas as we had our sandwiches with us. We had the drink and a coffee then sat on the wall by the ruins to enjoy the busy atmosphere in the sunshine.
We saw more of Malaga the following day when we explored the various back streets.
Clyde had read about a fabulous fountain in one of the squares and was keen to track it down. Eventually we found the square, Plaza de la Constitucion, and the fountain. It was a severe disappointment as it was much smaller than he envisaged and it was switched off! We didn’t even take a picture as it was so insignificant. The square itself was quite pleasant with a mixture of buildings. We treated ourselves to a Costa coffee as consolation.
The cathedral was on my list and we both went in at a vast cost. It was possibly more attractive outside than inside but there was plenty of bling.
I then went to the Picasso museum whilst Clyde walked up to the Alcazaba to enjoy the views. Afterwards we walked through the botanic gardens, which run alongside the main road. There is a beautiful structure which seems to be part of an open air theatre.
This took us down to the promenade alongside the marina and main harbour. There was a cruise ship in and a number of large commercial vessels. The yachts were on the other side of the harbour where a modern shopping and eating area has been developed. This is where the Pompidou Centre is located. We did not go in as were running out of time and enthusiasm. However, it has an eye catching structure announcing its presence.
Malaga has not always been a tourist destination but in the last few years it has become much more attractive to visitors. The dock area has been well developed and there are plenty of interesting galleries and museums. The Botanic Gardens, which we did not visit apart from the free bit, are also a worthy attraction. The focus on the Arts has added to its appeal. When we were there, there were musicians and entertainers in several locations helping to create a vibrant atmosphere. Once again we were pleasantly surprised.
We have visited Gibraltar before and been up to the caves and tunnels and seen the monkeys. This time we thought we would wander through the town and see what it had to offer. It was an easy walk from the camperstop at La Linea marina and we then got the bus from the border to Casemates Square.
Casemates Square is named after the British Barracks located at the north of the square. The area was formerly the site of public executions but is now the hub of social activities.
After a cup of coffee in the sunny square, we set off for the excitement of the main street. We indulged in a little sales shopping before making our way to the library to print off yet another legal form for Clyde to sign. It was soon printed, signed and dispatched from the post office. Much easier than the experience in Granada!
We visited the Cathedral of St Mary the Crowned and I also visited the museum of Gibraltar. It was interesting to learn a little about the early life on the rock. The museum houses a collection of original artifacts, old prints and photographs as well as two extremely lifelike Neanderthal models. The lower part of the building is one of the best preserved Moorish Bath Houses in Europe.
We had lunch sitting outside the pub The Old Ship (I think!). It was all very pleasant and I rather enjoyed our visit. Clyde was less impressed and has no plans to visit again.
Our next stop was to be Lorca. We have made several attempts to get there but for various reasons we have never quite made it. I looked on Search for Sites and came up with a stopover at an autocaravanas dealership at Lorca. We arrived there to discover that not only was it tatty and very close to a busy main road, it was 10 km away from Lorca. We had driven past Lorca to get there but had expected to be able to get a bus. No such luck. As we had already gone out of our way, we put it back on the to do list and trundled on to Almeria. This time we decided to use the ACSI site at La Garrofa. It is a quirky little site with it’s own beach and a handy bus stop.
We had a lovely few days on the campsite. Lots of lovely people of various nationalities there and a real party atmosphere. We could quite see why people had gone for a few days and stayed for a few weeks.
On Monday we got the bus into Almeria and did a bit of exploring. It was a public holiday so many places were shut, including the tourist information. We had an interesting chat with a local man who works in the tourist industry in Norway. He was pleased to find some friendly Brits to chat to and we found him entertaining. We were a bit late to really make the most of a visit to the Alcazaba, which had been the focus of our visit, but enjoyed our meanderings. There is an attractive park along the harbourside with fountains and trees.
Next day we went back into Almeria and this time the tourist info was open. We picked up a map of the town and found our way to the Alcazaba. It is free to visit so we made the most of the day and also had our sandwiches sitting on a wall in the sun.
The origin of the medieval city of Almeria dates back to the 9th century when it was the port of Bayyana, situated 6km inland. The small port grew until it became al-Mariyya. The new city was walled in 955 by the caliph Abd al-Rahim 111 who awarded it the classification of a medina. The city prospered and during the 11th and 12th centuries, the city expanded beyond the original walled area.
The Islamic period lasted 7 centuries and the Alcazaba was the headquarters of power for the different governments and kings. The Alcazaba is divided into three enclosures, the first two are of Islamic origin and the third is a castle built by the Catholic Kings after the Cnristian conquest of Almeria in 1489.
The whole site is a mixture of original ruined buildings and renovated walls with a completely landscaped interior which is not as it would have been. The area that has been landscaped would have originally contained the living quarters of the population. However, it is an attractive addition to what would otherwise have been a few remains. There are parts that have survived and the Jayran wall which runs across the San Christobal hill is very impressive.
We walked back via the cathedral but decided not to go in this one. Sometimes less is more, and we had enjoyed the Alcazaba. It had been a very pleasant and unexpected treat to visit Almeria and find it more interesting than we had hoped.
We returned from the UK on 3 Jan and had an overnight stop at Rojales near Guardemar. That gave us the opportunity to stock up at Lidl and Mercadona and to decide where to go next. We had a look at likely stopping points on our planned route south and, as the weather was so good, we decided to risk a trip inland. There was a campsite in a small village in the Sierra Espuna that looked promising so we made our way there. The route took us along some beautiful, scenic and narrow roads until we wound our way through the back streets of this tiny village. It was a relief to get to the campsite, which was not full, and had splendid views across the village to the hills beyond.
The next day we had a walk through the village and up to the mirador behind the Hermitage. The mirador is dominated by a statue of Jesus which looks over the village and can be seen clearly from a distance.
Behind the mirador, we walked up the hill and looked across to the other side of the valley. The blossom was just starting to appear on the almond trees and will be a picture before long.
We spent three days at El Berrio which was long enough to get some washing done and recover from the tricky journey there. It is always a bit cooler in the interior and we needed to put the screen cover on the van come early evening. The nights were quite chilly with a light frost awaiting us in the mornings. However, we really enjoyed the lack of light pollution that enabled us to enjoy the stars. The night sky was truly amazing with more stars visible than we have seen before.
There was only one road in and out of the village so the journey out was as exciting again, and with splendid views at every turn.
This had been a great start to our 2019 travels and we were ready for a return to the coast for our slow drift south.
Whilst we were filling time in El Campello, we decided to take the tram into Alicante. We had very much enjoyed our visit to the city last year and were interested to see a bit more. This time, as we arrived by tram, we came in at the top end of the city and walked down to the Esplanada de Espana. After a welcome cup of coffee we walked up the avenue that separates the old and new parts of the city. On the way we came upon this monument in the Plaza De Los Luceros. I wish I had made a note of it’s history!
At the top end of this boulevard, there is a set of steps taking you up to a college and the road round towards the Castle and Santa Maria church. I ran up the steps leaving Clyde minding the bags on a bench. The view down the boulevard towards the harbour was quite striking.
The castle was visible across the more modern rooftops.
Back on our walk towards the harbour, we wandered through the historic centre and were a bit intrigued by the colourful street complete with toadstools.
Further on we were bowled over by the striking Ficus Macrophylla. It has been carefully paved around. There are several of these trees along the Esplanada Espana too.
There are numerous squares in Alicante and at this time of year the colourful Poinsettas are used in displays such as this.
Back on the Esplanade we were treated to a striking sculpture by Manolo Valdes. It originated in an image he saw in New York’s Central Park where a butterfly was fluttering around a woman’s head. It is a typical example of his own particular style. It is a fabulous addition to the lovely Esplanade.
We did not visit any museums or shops on this visit but bought a few Christmas gifts from the arty stalls along the Esplanade and enjoyed a light lunch overlooking the marina. Once again we had a most enjoyable day in Alicante soaking up the atmosphere. We even managed to find our way back to the tram!
We were so chilled by the time my birthday came around that we had not decided on a suitable celebration. After considering a tram and bus trip to Denia, for which we had left it a bit late, Clyde had the bright idea of driving along the coast road and seeing where we got to. We were very pleasantly surprised when we came upon Moraira. I had heard it mentioned on the local radio station but had no idea what to expect.
We parked for free alongside a very elegantly railed promenade and walked along to a shady, slightly puddly, car park with a walkway through a nature area to the village.
It was a windy day but bright and sunny. We stopped at a sheltered cafe with a view towards the sea for coffee. It was very relaxing sitting in the sun and watching the world go by.
Moraira has a rocky bay and a very interesting looking castle. We were not at all sure of it’s purpose but it made a nice feature by the rocks. The marina was also very attractive.
As it is out of season, it was pretty quiet in the small town centre. Down one of the side streets we came upon a cafe run by an English couple from Oxfordshire. As it was lunchtime, we were enticed in to enjoy sausage, egg and chips! They were grateful to have some custom and we enjoyed a chat about their lifestyle change since deciding to take on this small business.
Back on the walk to the van we stopped to admire the two sculptures overlooking the bay. One is of a group of birds and the other is a gentleman viewing the scene.
We decided that we should consider a stay here next time we are travelling along this bit of coast. It is a town with a lovely atmosphere and a picturesque bay and marina.
It is tiring being constantly on the move so we decided to have a holiday. We had enjoyed our stay in Altea last year so decided on a two week holiday at Camping Cap Blanch to recharge our batteries before heading home for Christmas. It was very relaxing to stay in one place and just amble out of the gates onto the promenade each day.
The Christmas spirit was infectious and we enjoyed the rather more laid back approach of the Spanish. On the campsite, the Dutch were in full celebratory mode and had events and cheerful Christmas displays organised.
Along the promenade towards Albir there were Christmas lights which helped with the festive spirit
We tried to ensure that we did some different things this year and one of those that we had not done last year was to walk up to the lighthouse. At the end of the front at Albir is the Serra Gelada national park and the route to the lighthouse is through part of the park. It is a gentle 5 km round trip along a well made up pathway.
The views over the Albir and Altea bay are lovely and made for a very enjoyable walk.
The lighthouse itself was not operational and although it is supposedly an information centre, it was not open. The views were good as you would expect.
I had another walk up to Altea old town, leaving Clyde sitting in the sun with a cup of coffee. I do love a good view across rooftops and Altea provides that in spades.
The white houses are another feature that lifts the spirits. With the bright sunshine and blue skies they always look so cheerful.
With our batteries recharged ready for our trip home, we moved to El Campello for 3 days so we would be nearer to Alicante for our flights.
We had planned to visit Granada in February once the weather improved, but we had to leave and go home sooner than expected. That meant that it went back on our “to do” list. As we are not in a hurry to leave the Costa Blanca area, we made the decision to spend a few days at Granada then head back to the coast for a warm break before our flights home for Christmas.
I was certain that the campsite close to Granada with a bus service close by would be really busy so, I actually booked us in for four nights. When we arrived, there were three other vans and by the time we left, there was just us! However, it was a very pleasant site, the tickets for the Alhambra could be booked for us, and the bus stop was a short walk from the site. Apart from a damp Friday, the weather was bright and sunny and only very cold once the sun went down.
On the friday we went into Granada for the first time and spent the day trying to get an important legal document printed and posted to our solicitor. I had saved it from our e.mail onto our tablet and into Dropbox. All we needed to do was find somewhere to get it printed. Not so easy! The young lady on the campsite had given us the name of a company that students use for such things and all we had to do was find them. We went into the Tourist Information to see if they could point us in the right direction and struck lucky. The young man upon whom I bestowed the pleasure of my custom was more than happy to help. It was certainly not easy to get the document to the printer but we managed eventually by sending it from Dropbox to his e.mail address. It then took rather a lot of paper, and his colleagues laughed at him and said he would lose his job. At last we had the document, I kissed him soundly on both cheeks, much to his chums amusement, and we set off to the post office for an envelope and to post it.
The Correos (Post Office) was close by and we trotted up the steps, to be turned away by a guard! Deciding it must be lunch time, we went to a large department store to buy an envelope, for Clyde to read and sign the document, and have a bite to eat. Having achieved that, we returned to the Correos, it was now locked and barred!! Back to Tourist Info, shut until tomorrow – grrrrr. We found another Tourist Info and the helpful lady made enquiries regarding the Correos, which revealed that they were on strike. Honestly, just our luck, so we would have to wait until Saturday to post the letter and get to the Alhambra for our 1330 timeslot.
Granada is a vibrant, university city with many fine buildings to enjoy. We could have easily spent a few days just exploring the city but as usual, we had allocated a weekend and our main purpose was to visit the Alhambra. I did get to visit the cathedral, which is quite splendid.
The Cathedral is opulent, as the Catholic buildings tend to be. The exterior is quite severe but the interior, which was largely completed in the 1800s, is light and bright. It does not have a long nave but is more squat and square with numerous side chapels.
The Cathedral is surrounded by buildings and therefore impossible to get a complete picture
On Saturday we returned to the city to get the important letter posted, and to make our visit to the Alhambra Palace. This time we were lucky with the Correos and we managed to get the letter sent via tracked delivery. In spite of all negative comments about the Spanish postal system, it was with the solicitor before the end of the week.
We walked up to the Alhambra and managed to find our way to the entrance. As we already had tickets we did not need to queue. We decided to pay a bit extra for two audio guides(on i phones) but wished we hadn’t bothered as we then had to juggle the i phones with our own phones and the camera. The commentary was a bit too much to really take in and my i phone ran out of battery half way around the Palacios Nazaries. They both got stuffed into our pockets.
When you buy your tickets it is strongly emphasised that you MUST attend at the allotted time. Entry to the Palacios Nazaries(Nasrid Palace) is on a timed basis for good reason in the busy season. The rest of the Alhambra complex can be visited around the Nazaries timeslot. We found that we did not have time to see the entire complex so we focussed on the Palace and the gardens of the Generalife. We did manage a visit to the Alcazaba as it is close to the Nasrid Palace.
A bit of history
The Alhambra is one of Spain’s architectural wonders and it’s most visited monument. The construction of the palatial city began in 1238 within the walls of the Alcazaba. The 11th century Alcazaba was rebuilt by Ibn al-Ahmar, founder of the Nasrid Dynasty, and he added the huge circuit of walls and towers that are visible from afar. The Palacios comprises three palaces that were each identified with the sultan who ordered its construction. The resulting complex is an amazing mixture of styles but with a strong Moorish flavour.
This is a recreational building of the Nasrid sultans with landscaped gardens and agriculture. From the yew hedged terrace there are commanding views across the valley to the palace and Alcazaba. We did not have time to go beyond the gardens but we enjoyed the views fromthe terrace. The gardens are dormant at this time of year but must be a riot of colour in the summer.
We joined the queue at the palace in plenty of time only to be turned away. It is a very inexact science as there is nothing to advise which entry time is currently queuing. After a suitable gap, we tried again and munched our sandwich standing in the queue. This time we were in luck and at the appointed time we were in. You do have to shuffle through rather and it is difficult to take photos of some of the main features due to posing Chinese tourists. Here are some of the highlights:
Tiles – so many lovely old tiles
The intricacy of the plasterwork is fabulous. It has been beautifully restored throughout the palace. The inscriptions are Arabic. Some are poetic eulogies to the builders and buildings, others to various sultans and the majority are from the Koran. The phrase Wa-la ghaliba illa-Llah (there is no Conqueror but God) is repeated throughout.
The Serallo – where important guests were received
Beautiful painted ceilings
The Harem – Patio de los Leones
This has become the archetypal image of Granada and constitutes the heart of the harem.
Romantic garden patio
Jardines del Partal
Elegant portico overlooking a tranquil pool and a pavilion that is a remaining part of a four winged structure that surrounded the pool.
Once we had exhausted the palace we paid a visit to the Alcazaba. This housed the military residential area and was here first. It is the earliest and most ruined part of the fortress. At its summit is the Torre de la Vela, named after a huge bell on its turret, which until recent years was rung to mark the irrigation hours for workers in the vega, Granada’s vast and fertile plain. I don’t like heights or spiral staircases but I did go up the tower as the views were bound to be amazing. I was not disappointed.
It was a really full day at the Alhambra and met our expectations completely. We did not get to visit the Albaicin so, maybe we will return one day. We would certainly enjoy staying in Granada for a few days, possibly in a hotel, as the evenings would be different again. It was a lovely trip back on the bus in the dark as we were able to enjoy the Christmas lights.
After our stay at Aguilas we had an appointment at Hispavan in Vera on the Monday. We decided to head there on Saturday so we could stock up with baked beans in Iceland and meet up with some fellow campers, who live nearby, on the Sunday. Last year we stayed on the aire at the tennis complex and it was very peaceful. We thought it would be easy to go there again as it is close to Antas, which is where Hispavan is located. Of course, nothing is ever that straight forward is it! The road to the aire is closed as they are putting a roundabout in. We really struggled to find our way to the tennis complex as our map doesn’t have enough detail, and the sat nag refused to believe the road is closed. We got there in the end and parked right at the top with great views.
The couple we were meeting live at Vera Playa. It was convenient as we had already decided to go there for a beach visit. The beach is unspoilt by tourism and we enjoyed a couple of hours sitting in the sun.
After a very enjoyable couple of hours with our friends we took the country route back to Vera and managed to get to the aire without help from “James” or the map. Our last night on the aire was disturbed by howling gales. We had parked on the edge overlooking the view so we were very exposed. I was certain our rooflights were going to be ripped off but they survived. We had an early cup of tea, struggled to the showers in a headwind, and were ready for our appointment in plenty of time.
Between our stay at Vera and a planned in advance visit to Granada, we had a few days to fill in. The Cabo de Gata had been on our list for a while, so we thought we would have a quick visit there. We had forgotten just how much plastic there is in that region. The journey to Los Albericoques in the centre of the Cabo de Gata area was a bit disappointing as the plastic greenhouses stretch for miles.
We were also struck by the sheer numbers of , what appeared to be, migrant workers. We saw them walking along the roads at the end of each day and many seemed to be heading for shanty style dwellings amongst the greenhouses. During the daytime we saw washing on lines amongst very rudimentary shelters. Many were constructed from more plastic and tarpaulins.
The village we stayed in is called Los Albericoques. It’s claim to fame is that it was one of the locations used to film the spaghetti westerns. There is a statue and an information board telling you all about it and directing visitors to the exact locations used.
We stayed on a camperpark which was very reasonably priced and provided a good base for exploring. We now know where to free camp and will do so on our next visit.
One of the small towns on our radar was Nijar, a 20 minute drive away. The town is renowned for its colourful pottery and rag rugs.
As we were there out of season and on a weekday, a lot of the shops were closed. However, we did find some open and I even made a purchase!
The main street is quite picturesque and the narrow streets of white houses in the old part are attractive.
The central square is currently undergoing a facelift and we had to dodge around workmen to look at the parish church. The exterior is unprepossessing but, inside was a pleasant surprise.
I started to walk up to the Atalaya which is an old watchtower dating back to the 1500s, but it was too long and steep so I thought better of it and went back down to rescue Clyde from a hard bench!
Walking back down the main road we came across some lovely ceramic signs.
After our visit to Nijar we had a few hours to while away so we went down to the coast. The first stop, for a late lunch, was Los Escullos. We spotted a bit of rough ground near the beach with a couple of campervans parked. We joined them and had a walk along the beach after eating our lunch. It is a very pretty bay with some impressive rocks.
After Los Escullos, we drove along the winding coast road towards Las Negras. On the way we came across a mirador which was certainly worth a visit. It overlooked the sea and had commanding views in all directions.
The tiled information board was a work of art.
We just had time for a quick visit to Las Negras and no time to visit the gold mines at Rodalquilar. Back on the list for our next visit to the area! Las Negras is a pretty fishing village on the eastern side of the Cabo de Gata. It is another white village which remains unspoilt.
As the light was starting to fade, and we had to drive back along a narrow winding road, we left Las Negras for a longer visit next time.
Our stay in the Cabo de Gata was much too short as there is so much to see and enjoy. We will definitely return and give it some proper attention.
As we are working our way slowly towards Granada via Vera, we looked for a place to stop for a few days. Aguilas seemed about the right distance and we selected a small campsite away from the coast. Camping Quintabella is surrounded by orange groves and fields of lettuces against a backdrop of mountains. The area is also covered in plastic greenhouses, which are not beautiful, but enable tomatoes and peppers to be grown in large quantities.
The town of Aguilas is a 15 minute drive away and has everything you might need in the way of shops, as well as a fishing port, beaches and a castle. We found that you could park for free at the port, and presumably stop overnight too. We were happy just to use the facility during the day. The fishing port and harbour opened in 1884 and was responsible for the start of commercial development in Aguilas. The fishing port has one of the largest fleets in the Murcia region. There were a large number of fishing boats there and plenty of nets stretched out along the fisherman boardwalk.
Having stocked up at Lidl, we had a walk into the town and found the tourist information office. As it was Monday, the castle was closed and so was most of the town. We had our lunch overlooking the port which was very relaxing. We returned on Tuesday to visit the castle. We had a steep climb up to the castle and once there we only had 45 minutes before it closed for the afternoon. As it turned out, it was plenty long enough as there is not a lot to see.
The San Juan de Las Aguilas Castle dates back to the 18th century, so it is relatively modern. It has been restored and a lot of what you see looks quite new. Due to the restoration, it lacks a certain charm that you get in some of the older, preserved castles.
The best part of visiting the castle was the views over the town and the port. See if you can spot our van down below.
The guard at the castle was pleased to see us leave and he was already locking up as we made for the exit! We met a Dutch couple on their way up and advised them it was closed. They laughed and agreed that it was not a surprise. We met them again later at Hornillo Bay and they had recovered from the climb with a cup of coffee at the small bar near the castle entrance. They had also climbed around the castle, on the rocks – crazy!
Back at the port, we walked along the sea wall to have a closer look at the sculpture of Neptune that is visible from the town. It is a curious mixture of materials and most unusual, but very effective.
From the end of the wall you get a good view of the very modern Auditorium and Congress Palace.
The town boasts a number of decorated staircases, some of which are looking a bit jaded. However, it is a rather charming idea and does add a bit of interest.
The best we saw was at Hornillo Corner, opposite the beach. The wide mosaic covered stairs are the work of Juan Martino “Casuco”.
I was interested to see the Hornillo Pier that was constructed in 1903 by the British South Eastern Railway Company for the purpose of loading ships with iron ore.
From the Hornillo Bay, you can also see the Isla Del Fraile. The island was inhabited by the Romans and there are still roman, and later, ruins to be seen.
Tucked away on a small street near to the port we came across this modern building. The Casa de la Cultura “Francisco Rabal” has a permanent exhibition hall, the library and other rooms. We didn’t go in as it was lunchtime and it was closed.
There is also a Casino which we thought might be worth a look, after the joy of the one in Murcia. Sadly, this one is a bit unimpressive and can only boast ten alllegorical paintings by the Murcian artist Jose Sanchez.
Given more time and better weather, we might have explored a bit more of Aguilas, but we had enjoyed our couple of days there and were ready to move on to pastures new.
After the splendour of the swanky campsite in Calpe, we plumped for an aire near to a village with a bus service to Murcia. The aire is set amongst lemon groves and was a lovely contrast to the busy seaside resort of Calpe. The owners were very friendly and the resident German camper was welcoming and gave us the wifi code as soon as we arrived. The smell of lemons in the air was intoxicating(even without the gin and tonic!).
Next day we followed the directions we were given and, after a death defying walk along a narrow road, found the bus stop. We managed to get off the bus in the right place for the tourist information and the Cathedral, which was a good start. The first place we came to was the Glorieta De Espana which was colourful and quite busy with tourists awaiting the Bus Touristique.
We walked through to the centre, presided over by the Catedral. Murcia was founded by the Moors in the 9th century on the banks of the Riu Segura, and it soon became an important trading centre and 4 centuries later, the regional capital. Today it is the commercial hub of the region. It was largely rebuilt in the 18th century and many of the buildings in the old quarter are of that era.
The cathedral is free to visit but, in common with many tourist attractions in Spain, was closed from 1330 to 1800. We just had time for a visit before the doors were locked.
This cathedral is quite unusual as it does not have a long nave. It seems to be composed of numerous side chapels and indeed, there was a service taking place in one of the most ornate chapels. We managed a quick look before that was locked too.
After my fix of cathedral architecture we followed the recommendation of the lady in the tourist office, and went to visit the Real Casino de Murcia. It cost 6 euros to go in but it was well worth the outlay. The building dates from 1847 and is quite quirky. It combines an Arabic style patio and vestibule, an English style library/reading room, a Pompeiian patio with Ionic columns, a billiard room and a French ballroom. The neo-Baroque ladies powder room has a ceiling which depicts angelic ladies among the clouds, powdering their noses and tidying their hair. The mixture of styles is fascinating and each room we entered was a lovely surprise.
The casino is still a private members club and there are areas that are not open to the public. However, we were really pleased with what we did see and after that, we managed our disappointment in not being able to get into other interesting buildings. In common with the Catedral, they were all closed until 1800, which was too late for us as we had a bus to catch. The only other place I had fancied visiting was the Convent of Santa Clara and it was also closed.
We had our sandwiches sitting in one of the squares and watching the world go by, then wandered slowly back to the bus stop. It was definitely worth a visit to Murcia and, for us, the dangerous walk from peaceful lemon grove to village bus stop.
After an overnight stop on an Aire near Gandia, we had another attempt at finding some reasonable weather and headed for Calpe. It is another place we missed last year and which people often recommend. It was a very scenic drive with some stunning views down to the coast. We decided to see if they had any space on the ACSI site, Calpemar Camping for a bit of luxury. We were in luck, although it was pretty full and was booked up for most of December. We only wanted to be there for 3 nights so it was not a problem. The showers are fabulous and I really enjoyed all that hot water.
The seafront is a short walk from the campsite so we went for an evening stroll and admired the view of the Penon del Ifach rock. There is a natural park around the rock and it is possible to climb to the top. It was shrouded in mist on the day we went to have a closer look and rock climbing is not really for us. We are happy to look and marvel!
The next day was dedicated to visiting the historic old town. We managed to find the tourist information office and collected a map with brief descriptions of the main attractions.
Between the 13th and 14th centuries, the rural community of Calpe was walled to protect it from Moorish attacks. Part of the wall is still there with a gateway through to the rear of the church Iglesia Antigua.
The church Iglesia Antigua dates from the 15th century, and is the only Gothic-Mudejar example in the Comunidad Valencia. It was built on an old chapel from the Christian Conquest. What really impressed us was the modern parish church of the Virgen de las Nieves, built in the 1970s and adjoining the old church. The interior is colourful and modern, and is a complete contrast to the Gothic style of the old church.
Close to the church and the historic gateway to the city, is the contemporary art gallery. When we visited, there was an exhibition of two local artists work. One of the artists was there greeting visitors and happy to chat about her work. We were very impressed with the way her works had captured the light that is so evocative of the region.
This old city is full of artistic murals and decorations.
The Carrer Puchalt is characterised by it’s colourful steps and is one of the most easily recognised features of the old city.
As ever, the old city is on a hill and the streets wind up and down making every turn a photo opportunity.
We had not expected to find such a lovely old town in Calpe. The beach is an attraction and the old port at the rock end is also worth a visit. Sadly, on the day we visited, the weather was very poor and we were rained on. The port was grey and the rock was wearing a cloudy bonnet. There is also a large lagoon with flamingoes on the way to the port, but they were huddled together on the far side when we went to have a look.
Back in the modern town, we found a very nice restaurant in a supermarket and had coffee and cake. It was a bit more upmarket than Morrisons in Gosport with a charming waiter! The view over the bay was also rather pleasant.
We would certainly recommend Calpe for a few days visit. There is plenty to see and all within walking distance of more than one campsite.
They say you should never go back and usually we thoroughly agree. However, we were happy to make an exception in relation to Valencia. We even stayed on the same campsite as last year. The main excitement was the journey through Valencia in the van, during the rush hour! All credit to Clyde for keeping his cool and getting us safely through the chaos.
The weather has not been as good this year and so we have needed to keep on the move a bit more. We caught the bus into the city and tried to visit the places we missed last time. The tourist map, collected from the tourist information office, was not very helpful to us as the locations of the historic buildings we wanted to visit were not very clear. The very helpful young man in the TI office did his best to point us in the right direction but we were a lost cause!
We started off with a cup of coffee in the Plaza Reina, just across the square from the cathedral. There was a busker playing some jolly music on his guitar, which added a bit of atmosphere.
I really wanted to visit the Plaza Tossal, which is at the centre of the area boasting some amazing graffiti. Sadly, due to the vagueness of the tourist map, we found ourselves at the central Mercado. Not to be too picky, we went in to soak up the atmosphere. We went downstairs to use the facilities and Clyde missed his footing and fell down the stairs. He was a bit shaken by the experience but worst of all, he twisted his bad knee. That rather put paid to our exploration plans. Whilst he sat on a wall outside the Mercado and waited for the painkillers to take effect, I went back inside for a look at the building. It is very attractive both inside and out.
Opposite the Mercado is a row of very attractive buildings, now housing cafes. It was bustling with students and tourists and provided a good opportunity for people watching.
After a rest in the sunshine we decided we had better make our way back towards the bus stop. We still had our sandwiches in our backpacks, so we pottered along to the Plaza Adjuntament to sit by the fountain and have our lunch. Once again I abandoned the wounded soldier and went to have a look around the square.
The fountain is fabulous and the numerous water spouts shoot water out at varying heights making a mesmerizing display.
We walked slowly, with poor Clyde hobbling painfully, back to the place we caught the bus last year. Typically, it has been moved! Not to be outdone, I checked around the corner on the main road and with my eagle eyes, ascertained that the stop was not too far away. As we waited for the bus we admired the Porta de La Mar (at least, I think that is what it’s called)
It is always nice to have a pleasant outlook whilst awaiting the bus.
We had a slightly longer stay on the campsite than planned but, it meant we had time to explore the area a bit more in the van. We had a lovely tour around the Albufera lagoon and enjoyed coffee in the sunshine at the beachside restaurant in El Saler. We also had some very nice fellow travellers on the campsite to chat with. Altogether, notwithstanding the unfortunate injury, we enjoyed our return visit to the area.
We left Peniscola to travel south towards Valencia and were drawn to the town of Sagunto which is 24 kilometers north of Valencia. We stayed at a small place called Playa de Pucol which has nothing but a beach and a couple of campsites, but is within reach of Sagunto. We had to take a bus into the little town of Pucol then walk to the train station for a train journey of 6 minutes to Sagunto. All quite painless. Once at the station in Sagunto, we had to guess which way to the historic part of the city and in our usual fashion, we took a slightly longer route than was necessary. However, we managed to find the tourist information and were provided with some helpful information, a map and directions.
Sagunto has a long history due to its geographical position. There is evidence of bronze age habitation in the surrounding hills and according to the tourist information sheet, Sagunto was so strategically placed, its conquest by Hannibal led to the starting of the second war between Rome and Carthage. Ultimately, it was reconstructed under the protection of Rome and that led to an artistic and economic development. During the 5th to 7th centuries Sagunto was invaded by the Barbarian peoples and during the 8th century it was devastated by the Arabs. However, the Muslim dominance brought the flourishing of agriculture, pottery and commerce as well as the building of public baths, palaces, mosques and schools. And so it went on, with the Christian conquest in 13th century and rivalry between the Jews, Christians and Muslims.
The 20th century brought an economic boom in the agricultural and industrial sectors. Today, it is considered to constitute a pillar of the economic sector of the Valencian Autonomous Region and has the second largest population after Valencia.
We were most interested in seeing the Jewish Quarter and the castle. We had not realised there would be a Roman Theatre as well. When we were there a lively school party were enjoying the Roman ruins. The theatre seems to have been partially rebuilt and we found it a bit disappointing after Cartagena, Orange and Arles.
The route through the old town up to the castle took us past the entrance to the Jewish Quarter. The streets here were very narrow and we could imagine how it would have been before the Jews were expelled.
We passed the Iglesia Santa Maria but it was closed so not able to have a look inside. It is closely surrounded by narrow streets and the best view was from the road up to the castle. It’s construction commenced in 1334 in the same place as the main mosque of the time, and was completed at the beginning of the 18th century! Apparently its interior consists of 3 naves over 20 meters high with buttresses that form the side chapels. Such a shame we couldn’t go in. It was declared a National Monument in 1982.
The castle is nearly a kilometer long and is built on the last hill of the Caderona range. It has commanding views across to the coast in one direction and to the mountains in the other. It was tremendously windy up there too. There are different areas that had different purposes. Unfortunately the information was a bit sketchy so I am not sure what was which. It was very Roman and ruined!
The castle was declared a National Monument in 1931. It is free to visit and although there was a lady in a hut who issued us with a ticket, you are free to wander. There were signs of work going on so they obviously do their best to retain it for future generations. We were surprised not pay anything as it must take a lot of money to carry out the essential preservation work.
After our descent to sit in the Plaza Mayor with our sandwiches, we followed a more direct route back to the railway station. We were just in time to catch the next train back to Pucol and rest our weary legs for the 6 minute ride. Once back in Pucol we stocked up on essentials and went in search of a bus back to the campsite. No luck as we had just missed one and we had a 2 hour wait. Using the wonders of modern science, I googled up a taxi. Marvellous, if a bit pricey. 😐
We did not expect to find ourselves back in Peniscola almost exactly a year after the last visit. Due to a late start to our Winter trip, we had to change our itinerary and travel down the east side of Spain instead of coming down through Portugal. After our stay near Barcelona we decided that we would stop off at Peniscola and visit the castle. Last year we enjoyed the old town but did not go into the castle.
The sight of the castle from the promenade is still stunning, especially if you catch the sun shining on the white buildings.
The colourful letters proclaiming the name of the town with the old city as a backdrop is eye-catching. It was so popular with the tourists that I had to wait a long time to get an unadorned picture!
Peniscola is called “The City in the Sea” as the spur it sits on is surrounded by water everywhere except it’s northeast corner. Due to its position, it has been popular with a number of civilisations from the time of the Phoenicians. Between 1294 and 1307, the Knights Templar built the Castle upon the remains of The Arab citadel. The castle was the residence of Pope BenedictoXIII when he was in exile from Avignon in 1411. He changed the castle into a palace and papal library. Today the castle is a historical preservation area and is an interesting place to visit, with fantastic views.
We focussed on the castle on this visit and enjoyed the increasingly splendid views as we climbed up through the steep streets to the top. It is a bustling town with lots of touristy shops and plenty of restaurants. The residents have an interesting journey through the steep and narrow streets in their scratched and battered little cars!
Here are a few pictures from the trip.
The artillery gardens have been developed on the old artillery storage deep in the rocks below the castle. There are many old caves hewn into the rocks which have stood the test of time and were home to weapons and gunpowder. Today, the landscaped grounds are a peaceful spot and home to several birds of prey. We didn’t manage to ascertain why they are kept there but they seemed to be quite content on their perches in the shade of the palm trees.
The weather was a bit unsettled whilst we were here but, I managed to get the washing done, stir my lazy bones with some brisk walks along the promenade and excite my brain with a bit of history. It was definitely worth the return visit.
After our stay in Beynac, we had intended to visit more of the beautiful villages but the weather had turned nasty so we had a brief stopover in Port Vendres, howling winds and horizontal rain included.
We then fled the rotten weather in France and agreed to meet up with some friends at Vilanova I Geltru. At their suggestion we stayed on a campsite with a bus service to Barcelona. Very handy.
It is a long time since we last visited Barcelona. On that occasion, we flew from our home in Germany and met up with some friends from the UK. We all stayed in the same hotel on the Ramblas. We had a thoroughly good time visiting all the Gaudi attractions as well as enjoying late meals in the lively old part of the city and soaking up the atmosphere along La Ramblas.
This flying visit was a chance to revisit the Ramblas and have a stroll around the port. It did not disappoint, which is a relief when revisiting old haunts. The food market, Mercat de la Boqueria, was vibrant and the human statues suitably impressive.
We were delighted to see one of the human statues take a call on his mobile!!
We passed the Iglesia Betlem and decided to have a quick look. It was built in 1681 in Baroque style for the Jesuits, but was completely gutted in 1937 as anarchists ransacked the city’s churches. It is an interesting mixture of styles.
At the port end of the Rambles is the Mirador de Colon. This is a striking statue that commemorates the visit made by Christopher Columbus in June 1493.
The old port (Port Vell) is a great attraction and has been transformed into an entertainment zone. The wooden swing bridge takes you across to restaurants, boutiques and gift shops. There are splendid views of the harbour and you can also enjoy a walk around the marina marvelling at the multi-million pound yachts.
After our walk around the marina we explored a few of the small roads and squares off La Ramblas. There were plenty of tourists livening the place up.
By now we had sore feet so we found our way back to the bus. Our return trip to Barcelona was very enjoyable and less hectic than last time. On that occasion we had visited all the main attractions. This time we just soaked up the atmosphere.
Beynac-et-Cazenac is one of the Beaux Villages. After our sobering visit to Oradour, we thought it would be uplifting to stroll around a beautiful old village. We had already identified this as a possibility en route to the East coast of Spain and it also has an Aire for us to stay overnight.
We arrived at the village late afternoon and the warm sun was lighting it up and shining on the river Dordogne.
We parked on the aire and walked down to the town just in time to see two hot air balloons rising into the sky.
It was so pleasant that we treated ourselves to a glass of wine at the riverside terrace restaurant along with a few of the locals. It was so nice that we booked a table for the next evening, as it was our wedding anniversary, and thus decided to stay for 2 nights.
The site of Beynac has been occupied since the Bronze Age and the naturally defensive site became the seat of one of the four baronies of Perigord during the Middle Ages. The castle was besieged by Richard the Lionheart in 1197, then demolished by Simon de Montfort. It was rebuilt before being recaptured during the Hundred Years War(1337-1453) by the armies of both the English and French kings. It was abandoned during the French Revolution and fell into disrepair. It’s owner began restoration work in 1961 and it is still on going. The castle towers over the village below and is a most impressive sight.
The village was very quiet when we were there as it is out of season. We climbed the steep, narrow streets carefully as the cobbles are uneven and would be slippery in wet weather. However, we were treated to some stunning vistas on the way and were struck by how medieval it still seems.
The castle has a few rooms with furniture to give an idea of its splendour but, it is mostly empty.
Outside the castle grounds afford splendid views of the village and valley below.
There are splendid views across the Dordogne valley and you can’t help marvelling at the work involved in building such a commanding bastion.
After another night in the peaceful aire we started the trek southward, hoping to escape the increasingly chilly temperatures.
You cannot fail to be moved by the experience of visiting the Centre de La Memoir at Oradour. We had heard about it from fellow travellers and, finding ourselves heading this way, we could not miss it.
We parked at the free aire on the other side of the current village of Oradour and walked to the memorial site. On the day we visited we were lucky to have a beautiful sunny autumn day. The horrors of the events of 10th June 1944 were very much at odds with such a lovely day.
The memorial centre traces the historical events from 1933 to 1953, from the growth of Nazism in Europe to the Bordeaux trial. There is too much to recount here but, the massacre that took place on 10 Jun 44 was a terrible reprisal for attacks by French maquisards.
On that day, a Waffen SS unit of the “Das Reich” division encircled the village of Oradour-Sur-Glane. They hearded the women and children into the church, used the men to search for weapons and dig their own graves. Some villagers were held in the village square. Simultaneously the soldiers shot all the villagers. They set off a gas bomb in the church and when that failed to kill everyone they threw in grenades. This was a massacre of 649 innocent people in order to subdue the occupied population of France and send a warning to the resistance. After the murders, they piled the bodies up and set fire to them followed by the village buildings. Before burning the buildings the soldiers looted them, removing anything they could carry.
The entire village has been preserved as a shrine. There are rusting cars, bikes, sewing machines and, in the church, a child’s toy pram. Some of the signs are still there such as those on the garage. The post office still has it’s facade and the bread ovens are still there in the boulangerie. There is a cafe table outside one of the village cafes. It is an extremely moving memorial to those 649 people.
Outside the memorial village there are further monuments to the people who died.
The village was entirely rebuilt in the following years. The buildings were all a subdued grey as befitted the occasion but, in more recent times, colour has started to return. The people of Oradour honour their murdered relatives with two silent memorial events each year and by continuing to live and work here. Life goes on but this atrocity will not be forgotten.
We had to spend some time at home sorting out family business and giving the van a good clean. After a few nights free camping in Gosport, visiting the dentist and other tedious tasks, we found ourselves free to get moving again so, I phoned DFDS to book a ferry and we were all set. We called in to visit Marcus in Emsworth on our way through to Newhaven and dashed off to spend the night at the ferry terminal. The crossing next morning was very pleasant, sunny and calm. We decided to stay on the aire at Dieppe before starting our journey south.
Last year at this time we had just started our adventure of living in the van and travelling as much as possible. We have learned a lot in that year. On that journey, we travelled down the west coast of France and into Spain which meant that we cut through the middle and popped out at Peniscola. This year we have decided to travel into Eastern Spain and I am looking forward to visiting Toulouse and Carcassonne on the way. We have no other plan except to be at Alicante airport for our flights home on 22 Dec.
Our first stop was Chartres, another small old town dominated by an enormous Gothic cathedral. We booked into a campsite that is handy for walking into the town and enjoyed the Autumn sunshine. It was Sunday when we made our first sortie into the town and as ever, there were people enjoying coffee and food at the many establishments. There was also a flea market on in the covered market place which was attracting a few shoppers. Chartres is a very old historic town with Roman origins but became an important centre in the Middle Ages.
The town and the cathedral were given new life in 876 when Charles the Bald donated the holy relic of “Mary’s Veil”.
Following that, the cathedral has had a long and chequered history with several devastating fires and resulting rebuilds. Chartres suffered badly from the Black Death in 1348 and the town became smaller and the outlying districts were abandoned. In 1979, the cathedral was registered on the UNESCO World Heritage List.
The cathedral has been granted a 15 million Euro facelift and the difference is very visible where the work has already been carried out. There is still a long way to go but, it will be almost like seeing a new cathedral. There is a film running of the restorers going about their craft and numerous information boards explaining the history and how the current work is enhancing and preserving the building.
The dimensions of the cathedral are tremendous and you can only marvel at the skill of the many craftsmen who must have worked on it. I wonder who project managed it!
The exterior is also eyecatching and we sat on a bench in the sun to soak it in.
The left tower, which is much more flamboyant, is the newer addition dating to the 16th Century. The right tower was built in the 12th century and is much less detailed. The rose window in the centre dates back to the 13th century.
There is much more to Chartres than the cathedral and there were so many places to visit that we missed. We did walk along the Esplanade De La Resistance in our search for somewhere to buy some fruit and milk. A very nicely laid out memorial walk.
The church of St Pierre is a well preserved gothic masterpiece apparently. Unfortunately, we were not able to go inside due to work being carried out.
Wandering around the back streets on our second day, in search of provisions, we saw this tromp l’oeil. It was really successful as a deceit to the eye.
As it was a bit nippy and dull on our second day in Chartres, we wandered no longer. Tomorrow we move on to Limoges.