Given I used to manage an art gallery I thought I knew a lot of Dali’s artwork but on visiting the Dali Theatre Museum in Figueres, I realised just how varied and prolific he was.
It’s an absolute feast for the eyes with my favourites being his ink characters and watercolour war paintings, whereas my mum and husband both loved his rock women paintings.
We enjoyed a couple of hours, and though we expected to be there longer, I highly recommend it.
Having realised the roads were closed while a half marathon was in progress, we had a coffee, browsed the christmas market and I climbed a book sculpture because I like scaring my hubby 🤣 (he has vertigo). Being in Catalan it was noticeable the large number of yellow flags and banners calling for the safe release of political prisoners.
On Sunday and Monday most of the shops are shut, so we had a quiet afternoon…yes you guessed it, playing games. We also added a fun decal to our van that really marks it out as ours. A huge thank you to Norwich artist Dan Saunders for creating it, based on a photo we provided. If ever you see us parked, do give a knock and I will happily pop the kettle on and have a natter (my Open Door Traveller scheme sign is typically on the dashboard).
201 – Fond Farewell & 202 – Dali’s Castle
With news of strikes and fuel shortages, parents thought it best to start heading back north through France to catch their ferry. I’d done my typical excessive route planning research so that had plenty of route options but with no internet, they instead have a paper map with highlighted dots lol #oldschool.
In contrast Mark and I first went west to Besalu to see the villages bridge…there isn’t much else there, before changing tack and going south to Pubol.
Pubol is tiny, maybe 20 houses, the only notable one being Casa-Museu Salvador Dalí. The castle residence Dali renovated for his wife and muse Gala. It’s a wonderful glimpse into their life together and poignant that she is buried on site.
Interestingly the catacomb is prepared for Dali to rest beside her, but he changed his mind and is buried in Figueres.
We had to wait until Tuesday morning for the museum to open, and there is nothing…not even a cafe in the village. The perk of it being so deserted was that we could play frisbee with the pups in the free carpark.
To pass the time I’ve done lots of food prep and went a bit crazy with Cyber Monday deals on learning courses. To be honest we are both looking forward to settling in one place for a while and focusing on different projects. I can’t believe we have visited 22 countries in 6 months, the time has flown!
We are going to do a lot of driving over the next few days, but tonight’s camp spot is right next to the beach at Port Roma. Mabel even sneaked a forbidden roll in the sand. Sadly no dogs allowed on the beach, so they had to make do with the little promenade.
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