Last night’s paella was delicious. Scampi, king prawns, calamari, mussels and pippis were steamed in white wine laced with our Moroccan saffron, then added to the rice, which was slow-cooked in fish stock and – voilá (or whatever the Spanish equivalent is).
Another late breakfast, then into the old city and onto the Hop-on Hop-off for a circuit of the rest of the town, taking in all the magnificent buildings, constructed over the centuries, and the parks, gardens and fountains. Back on shanks, we stopped off at the Lladro shop to admire the latest designs and watch a film on the history and making of Lladro...very interesting. Then a walk past the bull-ring, where John took the opportunity to display his similarity to one of the all-time great matadors, and it was time for lunch at one of Valencia’s iconic restaurants, Jack Hambre. A walk then to the Mercado de Colón, a former nineteenth century market and now an up-market food hall, and finally a visit to the magnificent Palacio del Marqués de Dos Aguas, now the National Museum of Ceramics. A wonderfully-restored palace with rooms set up as they would have been in the day and an amazing display of ceramics from the tenth century to today.
Dragged ourselves back to our apartment for the last time, although we shouldn’t complain – it only got to 35 today. Left-over Spaghetti Valencia and eggplant in olive oil and parmesan for dinner tonight, then:
Tomorrow: the three-hour train trip to Barcelona as we prepare to leave Spain (sob).
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