We get into Leon at about 10am. It was only a short walk from last night’s lodgings. The guide book said that this route was along a main road, quite dangerous and recommended taking the bus. In fact, the way was a pleasant mix of country lanes, industrial outskirts and commercial suburbs. The path was clear and kept away from the main road, except for two elevated crossings by footbridge.

As we approached the boundary of the city proper, we were met by a very official group who wanted, no, not to keep us from the town, but to welcome us. They gave us maps and directions and wished us merrily on our way. Very nice.

We checked into a hotel, (what luxury!!), and went walking the streets of this very old, historic city.

As we were viewing Gaudi’s famous Casa Des Botines, a little old lady approached and started to tell us all about it, the history of the building, the history of the design, the history of Spain, the works of Gaudi, the American presidents who have visited, etc., etc., etc. ………… in Spanish!! Well, I was told that that’s what she told us about. I don’t speak a word of Spanish, (other than, “Dos cervesas por favor”, of course). I kid you not, she went on for a full fifteen minutes without pause. After five, I began to show a certain disinterest. It had no effect. Three times, I thought she was about to stop and leave, but no, she just kept right on. When eventually she beckoned us to follow her across the square to demonstrate a point more clearly, I said enough. Yes, thank you, but enough. She got very indignant and told us we were rude. She made to leave, but came back twice to berate us. It seems that in spite of the ravages of the Romans, the Visigoths, the Moors and El Cid, a few still got through!

Nothing for it but to find a nice cafe/bar and have a beer. After that, it didn’t feel so bad.