Gijon

The hotel in Villaviciosa, Carlo I, which, I learned, is Carlos el primero not Carlos uno, seemed a bit sketchy, but other than the thin walls about which I did report, it had some delightful and quirky features.  This lamp, e.g.,:

Someone has had a complete makeover and gained a little weight:

After bidding this hostlery adieu, I joined my bag for the ride to Gijon, pronounced as if with two chets, and if you don't know Hebrew, just cough out two syllables and it will be fine.  In Gijon I am staying at the Hotel Marquez de San Esteban.  Doesn't that sound elegant?  But it isn't.  It is perfectly adequte—though I can do the four flights of stairs faster than the elevator— and well located.

My first excursion was to the Museum of the Asturian People.  The walk there was along the seaside promenade.  It was gorgeous.  Museuems of everyday life are always fun, but when YOUR OWN life is old enough to be museum-ized, it is a bit of a shock.

See that meat grinder?  I used to use one just like that to make chopped liver:

No, I do not go back this far:

Even Scarlet O'Hara couldn''t fit into this:

Right near by, was the Gaita (bagpipe) museum.  One instrument as made to look like a goat:

And one, a dress:

The outdoor displays were very good, even though I have seen a number of these structures in real life.  Close up you can always see more:

And you can go inside to marvel at what people cando with sticks and mud.  It is impressive:

I was trying to remove this picture, but the app wouldn't let me.  I had intended to put Alex to thte test here, only now I am not quite sure just who this dude is:

How could one not walk along Gijon's gorgeous beach?