The most famous thing to see in Figueres is the
but I visited it once years ago and for me, once was enough. I’ve been enjoying just walking up and down
the streets, seeing what the city -- my new home -- has to offer.
I’ve found where I will be taking my knives for sharpening, I’ve found a
good wine shop that will offer wine tasting coupled with food in the fall, and I’ve
found a few secondhand shops – one where I bought my new secondhand stereo that
has made the apartment much more like home – and another where I might buy a
couple of badly needed wooden bookcases.
Then there’s a “vintage” shop that has the look of pricey about it, but
it wasn’t open when I first went round, so I’ll find out more on Saturday, when
hopefully they will be open. “Vintage”
implies treasure hunt to me, and even if I don’t buy anything, the search is
usually fun. Dali Museum
Last Sunday I took off for the Castell de Sant Ferran which is less than half an hour walking from the apartment, although a good stretch of it is walking uphill. I expected to find a medieval castle but instead arrived at an 18th century fortress. I’m not much for military history, but since I had climbed all the way up there, I decided I might as well pay the price of admission (reduced for people of the third age such as me). And in fact much of the architecture was pleasing and overall it was worth the visit. This was the site of the last meeting of the Catalan Parliament before it went into exile during the Spanish Civil War. Taken over by Franco’s army, the Republicans later bombed its perimeter heavily and that damage remains to this day. The castell can house up to 6,000 men, occupies a space of
hectares within a perimeter of 3,120 meters, and is
the largest 18th Century fortress in Europe.
|Stables (troughs on the right, toilet down the center)|
|Tilework surrounding a small garden|
This last Wednesday there was a free concert at the Esglesia de Sant Pere, Figueres’ patron saint and its main church. The performance was given by a children’s choir come all the way from
England. Their voices were lovely. I didn’t know most of the repertoire except
for a choral version of Let It Be that worked well, and the heavenly Panis
angelicus by Franck, the solo sung by a young boy with a heavenly voice. It was music for the soul.