Picasso’s Malaga
“Hey, did you know Pablo Picasso’s middle name was Ruiz?” Candy asked me over her rum and coke. “I didn’t know he had a middle name. I thought it was just one name, Picasso, like Cher,” I said, sipping a Grey Goose and Vodka. We occasionally went to the bars of hotels Malaga Spain exhibits like it shows its Picasso museum also known as the Museo Picasso Malaga which we were heading over to as soon as we finished our brunch, on a Tuesday. We had got in from Morocco the night before and had spent the morning lounging around the beach in Almeria and just hung around. The city itself was alive and a little touristy as we had come before season and heard a lot of British accented English (I know, that sounds silly) and went to the museum inn the after noon and stood in line for the bag check and for tickets and we were about to bag it when the line suddenly moved and we were in, ready as we were for tapas. It was quite nice there, Picasso’s work was all over (you have to like Picasso, of course) we saw a lot of sketched work and no so many completed objects, kind of like proto Picasso. so it was wee bit disappointing, I think we were expecting a gallery chock full of tremendous works, but you see Picasso’s work throughout the world and I suppose you can not have it all in one place, he only mad so much, prolific as he was.
Well, it was off to tapas and we had sangria and tapas like bacon and prawns, spiced seafoods, artichokes all over the place, shrimps, ham, costillos or ribs as they are known here.
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