Got up early, way too early, so when it was normal early I went out to see the town void of people and walk a bit along the river.
Where there is a river, there will be ducks:
This one did not want to get its feet wet:
There was also some art. The thing that is amazing about this chair is that it is a flat piece of metal, but when you photograph it, it becomes 3 dimensional or at least two dimensional. Just could not figure out how that worked:
Seems as if some artist had a thing for chairs:
Besalú had a Jewish community until it didn’t for the usual reasons. Now that past serves as a tourist attraction. There is a tour of the old synagogue, of which virtually nothing is left, but if you are going to give a tour, you have to say something. So the guide kept saying (in Spanish) “Imagine that there was an X here” and imagine there was a Y here, and so on. It was very annoying. There is also a mikvah, no longer kosher, kept under lock and key. So much for the romantic Jewish past of Besalú.
Grandma Goes Coastal 