The castle and its plantation of trees is the constant backdrop to Denia. So much so that you take it for granted and never get to visit, I have often asked myself just what was up there. But you had better step lively should you want to visit as these chances are rare. I was lucky and blagged a space with the Old Farts chapter of the Benimeli Brits in Spain Society who were visiting with their illustrious el profesor Antonio who would be our guide for the morning.
Meeting in the car park near Mercadona.
Through the tunnel. Used as a shelter during the civil war.
Never get a chance to take photographs, always being hurried along. Come along!
And gathering at the other end of the tunnel.
Las Devoradoras de Cultura. Nothing gets past this lot; "Going to the foot tapping in August?", " Nah, I'm parading me sardines." "Nice."
Follow me and we're off. Antonio takes a bold lead.
First view of the church; there will be several of these all taken from different vantage points.
When in doubt; follow the signs.
Windy streets
And so, up the steps and up the hill to the castle entrance. Here is a street sign encountered on the way.
Entrance to the castle.
View from the ramparts over the town.
Houses built against the castle walls.
Roofs of houses near the castle walls.
Detail of roof tiles.
View of the church.
View of the square from the castle walls.
View of the church.
Up top; overlooking the port.
El Profeesore and his missus up the top.
Antonio and Elena photographed overlooking the port.
Yet more posing for pictures; getting ready for the group shot. Look at the glamour girls in the sunglasses, you must admire their languid poise. SPJ (not wanting to be thought lacking in poise) gets her sunglasses on pronto.
View over the port. Balearia ferry on the Ibiza and Palma route.
Enough sightseeing; now for some history. Loved to have seen some old photographs of Denia, there is a bar in the Marques de Campo with some on the walls but this would be an ideal spot for a municipal collection. Roman amphorae on the walls.
Examining the exhibits at the Museu Arqueologic de la Ciutat de Denia. I could not help but notice that they have painted their exhibition hall the same colour as my downstairs lavatory at home. I wonder if they used Farrow & Ball's "Entrance Hall Pink" as I did or whether the department of works at the Ajuntament de Denia has a standard paint for daubing on museum walls.
Here´s the fat boy resplendent in his magnificent hibiscus print floral shorts. Notice the regal bearing and the thighs like Bavarian bullocks. Unusual formation to the front of the shorts, surely. Something amiss in the trouser department, Fatboy?
Silly old bugger; he's as happy as can be. Visiting old buildings and museums, flaffing around and taking photographs. Spain is full of them; you would think that he had had enough by now. You would be wrong; he can do this all day and every day and frequently does.
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