Murcia, F Yeah!

“So help me God, if you don’t start with this picture, I’m done helping with this blog.”
[this was Doer’s dummy caption before Dreamer made her contributions to this post. We’re going to allow the original caption to remain, as Dreamer thought it might be fun to allow a window into our process.]
Still better than flying.

We never thought a dancing sardine with a trout pout would be part of our cultural experience in Europe, but life is full of fun surprises. More on the fish later. In February, we found ourselves in the city of Murcia, the capital of the autonomous region of Murcia, which lies below the autonomous Valencian Community, where we live. It also has a near-miss patriotic name if you’re from ‘Murica like we are. One letter off, darn.

After four or five hours on a train – which Doer supplemented with leftover potato salad – the two adventurers arrived in time to find an Indian restaurant for dinner.

Saturday morning began in one of the best possible ways to begin a weekend – with a visit to the local market. We enjoyed some tortilla española for breakfast, and Doer especially enjoyed seeing the seafood from the Mediterranean coast of Murcia – slightly different than the fare caught off the Mediterranean coast of Valencia (he is a connoisseur, after all).

Mercado de Verónicas, built between 1914 and 1917 over the site of a previous market.
Hey guys, what’s going on?
These little guys are called “chanquetes” and are tiny fish caught off the coast (zoom in – each one is a tiny long, slender, transparent fish). They. Are. DELICIOUS. They can be eaten lightly breaded and fried, or simmered in a garlic oil. If only they were available 3 hours up the coast where we are… Alas.

An exhibition hall and the remains of a 12th century wall lie adjacent to the market. The hall, a former 18th century convent, hosts temporary exhibits. Peter Greenaway and Saskia Boddeke’s Body Parts was there at the time of our visit – although we have to say, certain parts were featured more prominently than others.

The wall defended the Hispano-Muslim city for centuries.
The two bottom pieces are called Pricks & Cunts and Heads & Pricks, respectively.

The Cathedral Church of Saint Mary was built during the 14th to 18th centuries, and because of that long stretch of time, it includes all of the artistic styles from its inception to its completion (to be fair, that is fairly common in grand buildings of that time).

“Here, one listens to God.”

Not far from the cathedral lies the 19th century Real Casino de Murcia, Dreamer’s favorite part of the trip. Built between 1852 and 1892, the private club features classical and modernist design elements, and much of it seems to be inspired by Spain’s Islamic era. A self-guided audio tour filled us in on the history.

The Casino Entrance

Patio Árabe – Moorish Patio

Listening to guided audio tour.

This might say “Nada más grande que Alá” (Nothing greater than God), but our Arabic skills are non-existent.

Galería Central – Gallery

Biblioteca – Library (squee!)

El Congresillo – Interior hall where powerful people met

Salón de Baile – Dance hall


Tocador de señoras – Ladies Powder Room

Dreamer supposes ladies used this room to touch up their lipstick.
Fresco on the ceiling is an allegory of the night depicting the goddess Selene.

Salón de armas – Weapon room

Salón de té – Tea room

Wall outside the entrance.

Doer admiring the Jamón Ibérico – Spanish ham.

La exedra

Reproduction of the Lady of Elche.

Patio Pompeyano


Like many Spanish cities, one can encounter beauty simply by strolling outside in Murcia. We were surprised to learn Spain’s first public garden was in the city. At first we thought the garden was named for the white flowers lining the path (in Spanish, florida = flowering and blanca = white), but that’s not the case; Floridablanca Garden was named after an 18th century count.

City Hall (the ayuntamiento) is pretty easy on the eyes.

Murcia has some interesting sculptures in and around its river, particularly the one representing the sardine, whose burial is part of the spring festival in the city.

Not beautiful, but strange: for some inexplicable reason, this store is still selling blank VHS tapes. Is there a demand for those still?

Based on the bands on its feet, we are hoping this pigeon was part of some experiment, rather than the result of something like teenage graffiti going wrong…

Mo Willems is alive and well!

The old water mill on the Rio Seguro has been converted into a hydraulic museum. After going by several times, we finally found them open on Monday before we left. Doer enjoyed all the old remnants from the mill’s days grinding flour and paprika for the area. There was even a series of photos dedicated to the last man to work here, who had to understand all the intricacies of adjusting the stones and incoming water pressure to produce a consistent product. With industrialization, all that knowledge died with him.

Doer checking out the old milling equipment.
Flour sifter.

Old mill stones.

We ate and drank well in Murcia, of course. We enjoyed sampling regional specialities, like a delicious meat pie that was perfect in the morning.

Dreamer enjoying a typical Murcian Pastel de Carne, which became our de facto breakfast this trip: ground meat and hard-boiled egg inside flaky puff pastry.

Good breakfast ought to be accompanied by (or at least followed up with) good caffeine, so we were thrilled to stumble upon Coffee Lab next to the Cathedral – indeed, it’s a place that would be right at home in Seattle or Portland.

The coffee was legit and they did some fun drinks: nitro coffee, pour-overs, etc. Their carpenters, plumbers, and electricians also did a great job with the fixtures, which are all works of art in themselves – most made out of old coffee brewing equipment.

Light fixture made out of Italian Moka percolator pots.

Even the bathroom was fun.

Old espresso machine turned into a sink

This sandwich was not particularly notable, but it was held together with little tiny Spanish flags. We mean, come ON…

Found a restaurant specializing in suckling pig.

We waited an hour for it to be ready, so Doer got the honors of cutting it… in a most unconventional way.

We also were delighted to find a serious cocktail bar near the end of our stay, Closer Coffee & Handcraft Cocktails.

They even served tiki drinks!

Before catching our train on our last day in Murcia, we spent some time in two small, relatively difficult to find museums: one displaying items from the Moors and Christians festival, and the other celebrating the burial of the sardine, which can either take place at the beginning or the end of Lent, depending on the community.

See if you can spot Doer at the first museum.

The sardine museum had fun memorabilia, like that time they issued sardine lottery tickets. Spaniards love the lottery!
There’s our friend from the beginning of the post!

Our train on the way back was a little late. Dreamer was not pleased.

But with some Cool Cream Cheese* Doritos on the train, everything is definitely going to be O.K.

*NOTE: Ranch and the concept of “Ranch” do not exist here.

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