Our last day in San Sebastián. We decided to walk the other way on the promenade and climb to the top of Mount Urgell. High on the top of the mountain is La Mota Castle which was a key part of the town's defense . At the top , the Sagrado corazon (sacred heart) Monument.
Lots of steps!
A wonderfuol museum all about San Sebastián. Too bad it's all in Spanish.
Guarding the city from the top of the Monte, the Sacred Heart statue merges with the landscape of San Sebastián. The work made by artist Federico Coullaut in 1950 measures over 39 feet high and can be seen from 4 miles out to sea.
Just under the sculpture is a small chapel. Unfortunately the glare from the windows prevented getting a good picture.
It was beautiful and so nice that the rain had stayed away for our walk.
We ended up in a little market area that we hadn't been to before. Cute dolls in native dress.
What's a town without a market!
We went back to the hotel and had a cup of coffee. I was still feeling energetic and I had wanted to see the Hotel Maria Cristina so decided to take a little walk even though it was raining a little, Sharon opted to stay in the hotel and blog a little or read her book.
This is on the side of the Victorio Eugenia Theater , next to the Hotel Maria Cristina.
The Santa Catalina Bridge, the oldest in the city. New green railing. A storm had taken out the old one. They've built a breaker but the water has still managed to come up and over the bridge.
The Victoria Eugenia Theater.
Sculpture honoring Admiral Oquendo. The old sailoor and soldier looks out towards the Santa Catalina Bridge.
From Mata Hari to John Malkovich: they've all admired the neoplateresque facade of the theatre and succumbed to the luxurious warmth that prevades the hotel which has just celebrated its centenary.
As I was walkiing back I happened across this lovely park off of Gipuzkoa Plaza. This was the first public park that was built in San Sebastián at the end of the 19th century with a romantic winding path and elements of the garden that are characteristic of the period
Back to the hotel.
We had a little lunch and than headed to the train for our ride back. Our ride back on a late Friday afternoon and evening was not as nice as the ride to the city. The train was crowded and filled with crying, fussy children. Was real nice to step into our apartment at 10:30 PM.
