A slow descent into Bilbao for 12 kilometers left time and energy to visit the Guggenheim. It is true what the guide book says. The exhibitions do not do the building justice. That is a joy. I could imagine a school party being allowed to play in and around the building and the fun they would have. Two exhibits are permanent, and fun: a metal maze that hums along with you and a light display that falls like red and blue water from a great height. The Japanese fog that blows over the water outside just seemed pretentious but, what do I know?
Metro to Portugalete saved a slog through concrete jungle and a surprise awaited. A small town with charm and a fascinating swing bridge we could have ( and did) watch for ages.
Our last night in the Basque country and perhaps because this is border country the pleas for independence are everywhere.