Burgos is a matriarchy. The city is dominated by old ladies with their brown coats and boxy purses, walking arm in arm, playing cards and drinking cocoa in cafes, and just generally owning the place. (Note to self, consider retiring in Burgos). We were charmed by the old city at night and the few Camino sites we visited. And then we went inside the cathedral.
Gentle readers: this is a famous Gothic church and a UNESCO World Heritage Site. See how presentable it looks from the outside? Inside we found a couple of sculptural masterworks….and lots of lots of terrible art. The interior decoration feels like a gang of rich people with no taste had a competition for who could make the shiniest, tackiest, most narcissistic memorial to themselves.
Jerry curl camels.
God takes up bowling.
How many naked toddlers does it take to hold up an unflattering portrait?
All the hairy guys in the house put your hands up.
Insipid Mary and her exploding putti pile.
We share his opinion of the cathedral’s bad audio tour.
Oh heeeeey people–I am risen!
What the hell is wrong with your right arm, Joseph?
Sometimes I have bad lipstick days too….
Block Head Ox and Ass.
Maybe if I stare at this foot a while longer I won’t keep thinking about those weird bulges on Baby J’s legs.
Where we slept: Hotel Centro Los Braseros. Price: €45 for a double. Recommended: yes.