Yes, that object above is the star of Malaga’s Picasso museum, an essential but hardly comprehensive run-through the genius’s works in a gorgeous old building.
She reckons his teenage sketches and mid-period works,
are better than the stuff he knocked out in his ’80s (“taking the**** by then“) says Mrs RM,
while I tend to have the opposite view.
There’s a section called something like “Picasso & Pals”, though I didn’t know he was mates with Banksy. I’m sure he’d have loved the art in Weston-super-Mare.
But, just like in the best pubs, the highlights are the signs on the loos.
The Gents just about makes sense;
Right behind the museum is the Bodega el Pimpi, the “must see” bar for cruise ship absconders and day trippers from Marbella alike.
We gave it a miss. The queues were daft, the reviews said “tourist trap”. We may regret that decision if it turns out to have been the Whitelocks of the Costa del Sol.