One
of the more beautiful buildings we saw this morning was the Galician
embassy in Lisbon. I say 'embassy' but, of course, it isn't. It's
just an impressive 'Centro' in a salubrious part of the city,
dedicated to looking after Galicia's interests there. As if it were a
sovereign state. There are several of these all over the world and
Galicia isn't alone in spending millions on them every year. It's
quite possible every region is Spain does. It's as if every county council in
the UK indulged in this extravagance. By comparison with the Galician
Centro, the British Embassy in Lisbon is a garden shed. Could there
be any better candidates for the chop? By the way, among the many
courses the Centro offers is flamenco dancing. Which you won't see in a thousand years in Galicia. Click here for an idea of the splendour and grandeur of this pointless pile.
In
contrast, there's the truly appalling coach station in the Oriente
barrio of Lisbon. This would be depressing enough in the
sunshine but with the rain falling it's an invitation to suicide.
And, in the Portuguese tradition, there's no information available as
to which coach is leaving from which bay. As for the toilets, I've
seen better in the Third World. Here
are some fotos of both the bus station and the nearby train station.
Presumably taken when they were new or in a brochure. Proof positive that fotos can
lie. Presumably the architects were East European. Circa 1960.
The
car-park beneath the coach station is the same immense size but actually more
appealing, as no one's tried to be artistic with it. As underground car-parks go, it's quite acceptable. But there's only
one pay machine, to which I had to make a 500 yard round trip to get
my ticket endorsed. It struck me some slow folk might be in danger of
having the allotted time run out before they got back to their car and tried to drive out.
But at least it explained why there was no one parked anywhere near
my car and plenty round the corner. Anyway, if there's only a few
minutes to go before your bus leaves, go straight to the station.
Otherwise, have a drink elsewhere first. You'll need it.
Back
in Spain, the ex-Treasurer of the governing PP party has announced,
via friends, that he knows where all the bodies are. Rather, that he
has several boxes full of files with pertinent data in them. Which
perhaps should not see the light of a courtroom. Stay tuned for
Chapter 3.
Finally
. . . Patricia Janet – or Baroness Scotland – came to the UK from
Dominica as a two year old. After taking a law degree, she became the
first ever black QC. She went on to become the first woman to hold
the position of Attorney General since it was created in
1315. Just imagine what being her daughter must be like.
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