Christmas boxed

Oh dear, this is not right. I go out for breakfast in torrential rain. El Sabio street is flooding and palms are reflected in the puddles that pigeons have been drinking from with gusto. I’m boxed in. What to do?

Well there are lots of people to WhatsApp and email with greetings, I have the most brilliant Ian McEwan book to read and I need to book somewhere close for dinner as I’d been warned that lots of places are fully booked on Christmas Day. I pop out again briefly for lunch and later catch the film Hedda being streamed. Having seen the version at the Orange Tree recently, this film was interesting in its Downton Abbey silliness but I was glad I’d seen a more faithful version as well. Then it was back to McEwan’s What we can know while listening to Radio Classica. The book is a masterly conflation of literary detective work, post-apocalyptic vision, love, infidelity, sex and academia – so far. It was still raining, and apparently from El Tiempo on TV next morning there was snow in the Pyrenees. Fortunately the Lobo Blanco was only three minutes away and well worth the visit. Friendly staff who didn’t speak to me in English – result! – an open kitchen where I could see my fabulous duck breast being prepared – I asked for it rosa and indeed it was beautifully pink and tasty with excellent skin-on fries. And as it was Christmas Day when they said would I like a brandy to finish off the meal, it was hard to resist. Santa came late to Alicante but he came!

Normal service was resumed on Boxing Day with sun slanting on the buildings opposite when I woke up. I’m spoiled for breakfast choices and chose a new one for Boxing Day which was well up to scratch. I strolled then through the Barri Vell again with its fine buildings like the Basilica de Santa Maria in the sun.

I soon found the Museo de Belenes open today. It’s a large collection of finished tableaux as well as vitrines of characters that may be used to form them. They can be in wood, plaster, clay and papier maché. There was one enormous one prepared specially for the 50th anniversary of the foundation of the Association in 1959. Also there were examples from Argentina and Venezuela and the text suggests that Francis of Assisi started the trend back in 1223.

I then move a little further towards the sea to MACA the Museum Of Contemporary Art which enchanted me for several hours.

My friend Maria’s friend Eusebio Sempere had been instrumental in setting up the several foundations that were eventually incorporated into this fine institution.

Elegant display rooms featured a local painter Juana Frances who I’d never heard of but enjoyed her work especially some charcoal drawings that were mystical. Her land and seascapes were interesting too. She did a lot to ensure women were properly recognised in the arts as well so I’m glad to have met her.

There was floor devoted to Sempere which had both his excellent sculptures but also an array of silk screen prints including a sequence of 12 that showed the process of building a screen printed image. One of the things I always enjoy is when an artist who has decided to go abstract shows that they had the technique to be conventional too. Sempere did with his portrait of his partner.

There were several other rooms with works that varied in their appeal but a few really caught my eye. There were pieces by Miro, Tapies, Calder, Chillida, Giacometti and many Spanish artists I was pleased to be introduced to. There were interactive areas too where you could contribute to art in progress – altogether an impressive gallery. These are a few of my favourites – sorry I didn’t always get the artist.

After a cultured morning it was time to go for a beer and wander back through a different area of the city. Some elegant facades presented themselves and I couldn’t help noticing how many buildings were in the hands of MyFlats – clearly AirBnB equivalents are moving in here big time. There were a few ‘Tourist Go Home‘ graffiti that I’d noticed and hoped that being in a purpose-built hotel I wasn’t preventing locals from getting a home. Big dilemma – they want my money but not my presence.

I had a lovely lunch in Plaza Luceros with scallops and then cheese with anchovies and a good Rueda Verdejo wine, white for a change, and then back to the hotel to watch my next Christmas present – Watford winning 2-1 away at Leicester. Then I wrote some of this and thought about the evening ahead.

Quite close by is a music bar Entre Bambalinas which had a group of singer, piano and percussion called the Palosanto Trio. They played salsa, bossa nova and Spanish standards that lots of the audience knew. The bar had beer, food and wine and while the music was not my core taste, live music is always a good thing. They were lively, committed and gave me a couple of sets of enjoyment.

On my way back lots of people were filming themselves in front of thee e-tree in Avenida de la Constitucion but I waited for a clear shot to wish everyone a Happy Boxing Day – Leicester 1-2 Watford! Yay!

A Christmas Eve of strolling

Well the cloud didn’t come so I ventured out for a different breakfast venue – a successful quest with OJ, tostada with tomato and ham and a coffee of course. I then went walkabout in the old quarter – the Barrio Vell. Lots of steps and slopes but some very pretty houses and a few of my favourite signs in tiles. I passed the Museo de Belenes but it was closed today and tomorrow. Maybe Boxing Day to find out when the nativity tableau movement started. Equally closed but for a month is the Museo de Fogueres which features the giant figures that are processed through the streets in June and then ceremonially burned. So I will miss out on understanding what that’s all about.

After yesterday I decided on a more gentle day so took myself down to the marina – well it’s got be flat hasn’t it? Indeed it was and very sunny.

I was struck by this bust of Archibald Dickson who had rescued 2,368 doomed anti-Franco citizens on his ship the Stanbrook at the end of the war in 1939. I’ve read a fair bit about the Spanish civil war but hadn’t come across this story.

The marina is a busy place with lots of vessels of different sizes. There was a salvage tug that reminded me of a video I produced many years ago about the salvage industry. We filmed in the UK, France, the Netherlands and Greece but not in Spain. There was also a sail training schooner from Gdansk, Kapitan Borchardt, that would have excited our dear departed friend Toddy. It is, it seems, the oldest sailing ship flying the Polish flag. I had very pleasant stroll and then sat in the sun for an hour reading my book looking up at the castle with a sense of satisfaction – it was like being on holiday!

The waterfront is a bit of a mish mash of buildings but there are a few lovely examples of classical architecture such as the Casa Carbonell built in 1925. It didn’t get off to a good start – a seaplane crashed into one of its domes killing two on board and causing the dome to be rebuilt.

As everything closes this evening I thought I’d better do lunch today. There was a massive choice of restaurants in Calle Major (Main Street) as you might expect. My food was great – grilled vegetables and a calamari also grilled. The problem was that in Alicante it appears that tapas are raciones and raciones a whole meal. So I had far too much and have some in Tupperware for this evening in the hotel. I also got wine and beer so I won’t starve if I actually want to eat again today. I took this back to the hotel, had a brief sit down and a coffee and then set off to explore an area I hadn’t ventured into before. The airport bus had dropped me off on Avenue Alfonso El Sabio so I now walked the length of this to Plaza Luceros where this one and three other major avenues meet. As a favourite venue for Alicantinos to meet, I just had to sit in the sun with a beer.

Leading from Luceros towards the sea is Avenida Federico Soto which is lined with ten or more book cabins – all closed today but encouraging to see such an appetite for the written word. I’ll be back to see how busy they are later in the week. Further down they morphed into Christmas stalls but not as tatty as many.

My wandering roughly described a square and took me back to the Teatro Principal which I had walked past before. Sadly there is nothing on of interest to me this week but it’s an impressive building. It also has a bus stop which I had researched before coming here, along with the purchase of a travel card. However I have found everywhere so far eminently walkable so have only used the bus to get in from the airport. Opposite was a church which is a lot more impressive than the cathedral.

One of the good things about the hotel is that the TV has BBC and ITV channels so I could catch Only Connect and University Challenge after a couple of weird Spanish game shows. Music, wine and reading now so Happy Christmas everyone.