It's true, you can still find places serving all-day fry-ups with a large brandy on the side at the bottom of a Franco-era tower block that could give the Barbican lessons in concrete brutalism
Its beauty alone makes it a deeply moving place but it has particularly poignant resonance in today's world as a reminder of how Islamic culture is in the DNA of modern Europe
Why I have recanted my views on Spanish food, and about kids and ketchup
Our last visit in Zaragoza is to a supermarket; stocking up on snacks for a longish drive to Puerto de Sagunto, a destination we've chosen using a family friendly algorithm which calculates the optimum next point at which parents can have lunch with wine. It is easy to forget how fascinating children find the world … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain, Day 8: You’re perfectly capable of wiping Jamesie’s bottom Daddy!
After a disappointing lunch in Biarritz, I'm in a grumpy mood as we cross the border and head for Zaragoza, an unplanned stopover we've added as a result of our car woes keeping us in France for four extra nights. En route, there is an outbreak of of navigational niggling. Tissy gets berated for not … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain Days 7 and 8: Why didn’t anyone tell me about Zaragoza?
Some of my best friends are French. So you can probably guess what is coming next. As we are packing our car to finally leave lovely Biarritz this Monday morning, the hotel receptionist de-activates the keycard to our room. She knows we are not ready to go because we have not paid our final bill, but … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain Day 6: why are some French people so miserable?