There's a 17-18th century citadel, turned into a city park, fountains, public art, lots of churches (and church bells on Sunday morning), mudegur architecture, modern buildings, and a medieval quarter. And, oh yes, a bullfighting ring.
I sight-saw until mid afternoon, but got too exhausted, so caught a bus back to the train station to nap until the charter bus appeared. Met Ginger and her daughter, Eleanor, then a few more participants, then a few more, and then even more, with countless introductions. The bus arrived and took us over a high ridge (many switchbacks) to Iranzu.
I caught a bit of mass, mostly in Spanish, with a tiny male choir but with plenty of harmony from the congregation.
Dinner, with more introductions.
