Valencia was our next main port of call. We booked into a campsite just outside the city, recommended by our favourite travel writer from the Motorhome Monthly Magazine. The campsite was nothing to shout about but was certainly convenient for getting into Valencia. The bus stopped just outside the campsite gates.
We had 4 sorties into the city as there is so much to see. The first trip was to the old centre with it’s ornate buildings. Too many to include here but just a taster:
This was so over ornate it was almost ugly. We actually paid to go in expecting it to be full of amazing ceramics. It was in fact a preserved home with a mixture of horrendous ceramic imbellished furniture. Still, it cost 3 euros for me and was free for Clyde.
I also pursuaded Clyde to undertake a tour of the Catedral with me and I had to agree that it was not the most uplifting experience! We would far rather have been in Lincoln Cathedral which is far more interesting and beautiful.
We also made a trip to the two historic markets. One is renowned for it’s fish and meat and the other now houses a number of flower stalls and restaurants. Both are extremely ornate
On the way into Valencia we had passed the modern part and promised ourselves a trip back to enjoy the architecture. It is such a contrast and very much our type of thing:
We were so impressed with the sweeping curves and the extensive mosaic tiling over the outside of these enormous structures. The reflections in the water enhanced the visual impact.