On our last day in Asturias, we drove from Oviedo to Bilbao, partly to catch a plane home, and partly to see the Guggenheim Museum there, which we have wanted to do for ages. It was actually a wonderful drive through scenery (sorry Wales) reminiscent of Wales but on a grander scale (this is not at all the conventional image of Spain).
Cliché: the Guggenheim didn't disappoint. The photographs you get of it are amazing.
But they don't quite capture the brilliance of the size, which is both vaster than it looks, and yet somehow avoids ruining everything around it. Another true cliché: when you go in, you feel like you are entering a work of art itself, art displayed displyed within an art object that is always gives you unexpected views of itself and of the outside-- one visual surprise after the next. When you go in, people are always appearing walking along lofty walkways, and half an hour later, you're up there appearing for someone else.
I couldnt help wishing that the new architecture in my own town had a little bit of the bravery thay Frank Gehry gave to Bilbao.