Another train trip now finds us in Pamplona staying at a more upmarket hotel in the centre of town (good weekend rate).
Bianca met us at our hotel and showed us the local sights. We followed the path taken by the bulls from the mayor's house to the Plaza del Toros - the bull ring. Fortunately we did not enter the bull ring as we were over a month ahead of the actual event and the first into the bull ring is greeted with jeers. We were so far ahead of the bulls, there was no-one there to jeer us. At least we had a safe bull run. The last person to be killed there was Australian!
We walked up to the cathedral and on to La Navarreria, the oldest part of the city walls. We saw the French gate, the only gate of the original six still standing. We also walked through beautiful parklands around the city walls, some areas with animals and birds. The peacocks put on a display for us and we were most impressed with the one that was pure white.
We farewelled Bianca in the Ciudadela, now beautiful parklands and arrived back at our hotel soaking wet, having been caught in a heavy hailstorm.
We are looking forward to a dinner with Bianca on Sunday night.
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Pleased to hear you haven't been running with any bulls there. :)
Tried to comment yesterday but work only allows blog access at certain times. Anyway... I much prefer Ferdinand the Bull to the ones that chase you through the street or the ones that get chased by matadors!
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