Oh my aching feet! We walked up hill and down, for 3 hours today – after a lunch of roasted pork ribs and potatoes, very crusty bread and a robust (I am being nice) red wine. Maybe the feet are suffering from having the body weight more - when going up hills and up the stairs of two museums?
The buildings in old part of this city remind me of Ouro Preto, Brasil, elongated windows framed with granite, churches with double bell towers and some Portuguese words used in shop windows. Apparently they speak a Galician dialect here that is a strong mix of Portuguese and Spanish.
The upper floors of the Monastery, above the church which is in the late Italian baroque style, house a collection of holy art, science, pharmacy and printing tools from the 16th through the 19th century. Camillo did not climb the five flights of stairs with me and this one time he should have, wait until he reads this blog and sees what he missed!