It was guesswork as we pulled into a train station in Valencia. I could see that it wasn't the one I had read about but it didn't feature on my map. So the question was whether to get off at the outskirts, or risk staying on board and potentially not encounter another stop until Alicante. I had a flight to catch and a little bit of mystery wouldn't do me any harm, so I got off there and then and then walked in what I hoped would be the right direction.
It didn't take me long to confirm that I'd taken the correct route; this is the train station:
And something promising appeared next to it:
That's the bullfight arena.
Continuing my walk took me to a square in which it wasn't possible to escape the sight of beautiful buildings:
I had a map and so made use of it, although in truth I was chancing upon things to see:
I gave up on the map, really. If I caught a glimpse of something in the distance, I walked towards it:
This approach took me totally by accident to the cathedral:
Well, it was impossible to miss!
There was a perfect replica of it too:
Such a lovely building:
Around the back was a square with colourful buildings:
And an unusual artistic layout of rushes:
And not long after I chanced upon a gate:
I saw some lovely views from across the river:
I walked back into the city on the lookout for lunch:
And afterwards I walked alongside the river in search of unusual objects.
It wasn't long before I found them:
At this stage I'd had a full day of walking and was very hot, but there was another thing I wanted to see: Port America's Cup. For some reason it never dawns on my to use the public transport, particularly when there are six tramlines in the city, so I walked and walked and walked. And eventually I found it:
And a beach too, to round off the day!
And that was the end of a lovely few days. I'd love to try Catalonia for a proper holiday, particularly if I could combine it with a stay in the French side of the Pyrennees.