Some would be just starting in San Sebastian others, the die hards would have taken the century old Pilgrim routes through there own countries. I know that some hardy folks have started out in our own city of Lübeck, better them than I, it is hard enough in a camper,
We got off at a very nice church and walked down to the seafront.
Along the front to the Town Hall, a quiet splendid building in a orange sandstone.
We then made our was to the Tourist Information Office and the very helpful young lady told us what was worth seeing, luckily enough it was right next to one of the main covered markets.
|A shellfish stand amongst other things|
|Bacalau in every shape and form|
we spent a few minutes until the need to use a WC drove us into the Market Bistro, we decided that as we were using their facilities we may as well have breakfast, two cups of coffee and two Spanish Omelettes later we returned to visit the rest of the market stalls.
We went through the arched portico, alas the fish-quay buildings were in a state of renovation and in a state of demolition, also the restaurants were not yet open for lunch, as I needed a toilet pronto (usual problem at midday) and the public toilet was locked, we retraced our steps and hit the best Tapas Bar in town (or so they say). It had a wonderful selection of Tapa goodies, Linda only wanted a salad, but you don’t come to the best Tapas Bar in town and therefore Spain and the World (or so they say) and not eat from the wonderful array set out on the bar.
|Half of my selection|
I had six of the best, wonderful, quite wonderful. I had spiced mussel, glass eels (I know I shouldn’t, but the devil got the better of me) prawn salsa topped with a prawn, a deep-fried minced pork fritter, a cracked rice salsa topped with a quail’s egg and a grilled slice of green pepper topped with fillets of sardines and egg.