So long Picasso

He's had his chance, more than one actually. We've looked at his work in London, Paris, New York, Madrid and now his birthplace Malaga, and that's enough, we don't get him. So Sheelagh has declared that she has had enough of the guy for the rest of her life. Even if a travelling Picasso show is on in the High River Library, we won't go. He's done. His museum was free today, that's why we went, and that was the last straw.
We went to the St. George's English Church in Malaga today and enjoyed the service and communion. It is set in a beautiful little cemetary swathed in trees and flowers. There was a sweet little girl being baptised and she had a fair following on hand snapping pictures. It was a bit to chaotic for the minister but they were enjoying themselves. We took communion and said farewell to the folk, and headed back to the sea front for lunch. This was the first time I had been within toetouching distance with the Mediterranian, so I did.
There are some wonderful parks with exotic plants and trees along the front in Malaga. We had a walk through and stopped to watch the children in a very civilized playground, note the coffee shop in the middle. Sunday is a family day here and the streets are jammed with strollers and little bikes as the parents and grandparents walk with the little ones. It's really quite moving to see the displays of patience and affection between generations.
We then did the Picasso thing before finding a sunny plazza to sit and have coffee and a sweet crepe. A long stroll took us back through the tourist area and back to the bus home. It was a good day.