We shall return another day to, hopefully, get a glimpse of the inside of this infamous, majestic construction.
We had a modest, but traditional Spanish lunch of cheese and prosciutto sandwiches.
The rest of the day we spent exploring the vast realm of Retiro Park.
To commence this expedition, Dave and I relaxed in the shade while the kids worked up a sweat on very physically-challenging play apparatus.
It was quite humorous for us to watch them master the equipment, while making themselves quite dizzy in the process, in some instances.
Once the kids finished their workout, we continued on our mission. We wandered along a statue-lined promenade to a fair-sized lake – big enough for a good number of rowboats to putter about and chalk full of fish. Fortunately, we had half a sandwich leftover from lunch to feed a GREAT multitude of carp; a few sparrows; and 2 ducks, much to the kids’ delight.
A short walk down from the lake, we discovered the Velázquez Palace, made of brick and hand painted tiles, designed by Velázquez himself (Velázquez is another very revered Spanish artist – from the 1800s). This reception building was hosting an exhibit of Modern Art (always a treat to experience, especially with the kids in tow). This display focused on food; a marriage between the statue of Columbus and the statue of Liberty; and an obsession with white, toy army men.
The rotting plates of rice originally coloured and patterned to represent various national flags (but no longer distinguishable because of the mould) was a big hit with the kids.
I must admit, it was my favourite as well (sorry no photo, not something that would come across well…).
A short distance from the brick palace, we encountered the Chrystal Palace, also designed by Velázquez. This exquisite pavilion elicited visions of enchanted balls and was also reminiscent of the pavilion scenes in The Sound of Music (“I am 16, going on 17…” – you know the one…). I know wrong country, but look at it!
The last find on our endeavour was Lucifer!
Boasted as the only existing statue of him in the world. Certainly in his more attractive, former station, depicted as a Fallen Angel.
At the conclusion of our venture, thoroughly pleased with our discoveries, we headed homeward.
By the way, on the way home, I stopped in a local fruit and vegetable shop and purchased some fruit, all on my own, and in Spanish…(not bad, if I do say so myself…)
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