Bilbao, as a whole, is such an architectural marvel.
That’s the Guggenheim Bilbao, of course, and even though I wasn’t well enough to venture inside it until my sixth day in town, I could still appreciate the aesthetic from afar.
Bilbao is a lot of things: Compact and easy to get around it is not.
That night, though, we got to go to the top of the Parliament building for the six-course degustation menu on Newsweek’s dime. That’s before I was doing so much restaurant reviewing, and such a meal was a true novelty. Afterward, we took a walk on the famed harp-like Campo Volantin Footbridge, draped over the Nervión River.
And then we turned around and walked its length again, snapping blurry pictures of the patterns as we strolled.
Bilbao was not the prettiest Spanish city I visited, not by a long shot. In fact, I’d say it was my least favorite of all. (That’s not to say I didn’t like it, just that Spain is fantastic and there are so many other places I liked much more.) But the riverside all lit up at night—I’d say it held its own.
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