¿Qué pasa?
We unemployed people have plenty of time on our hands if we choose not cook tasty meals for our loved ones, do the laundry or swab down the floors. I considered just reading the paper and tinkering on the computer as usual but, as we are still exploring our new town, I put on my Pith Helmet and set out to see what I could find. Near the Roman Ampitheatre a young woman enticed me into the Byzantine Walls Museum. She was standing outside the place to drag in customers. Maybe she should try to persuade her employers to invest in a sign. "It's free," she said - sale made. Odd place; it looks like a block of flats, well actually it is a block of flats, it just so happens that below ground there are Byzantine walls built on top of Visigothic remains built on top of a Roman house with a Moorish cess pit thrown in for good measure. It's not up there with the Uffizi or even Monkwearmouth Station Museum but it was worth the stop. Then the aeroplanes flew over (see last blog...
