Portugalete was northwest of Bilbao. It was actually closer to our Sopelana apartment, except that it was on the other side of the Biscay Bay tributary, right across from Las Arenas.
One of the bridges that crossed the water was an old transporter bridge that we called the Eiffel Tower Bridge. That wasn't its real name, but it was designed by a student of Gustave Eiffel, so that's how we knew it.
Occasionally we would find our way over there, not by the bridge which wasn't used for people or cars, but by road from Bilbao. It's a pretty town to walk through, with several lovely old buildings, such as the Town Hall.
We could see the top of a gothic church, with a slender cross on top.
This was a great place to people-watch. In towns like this, walking was the sensible way to do shopping, and it was not unusual for the plazas and sidewalks to be full.
My favorite group was this company of young men. We couldn't communicate much beyond my request for a photo, but I think they were soccer enthusiasts with a couple of Basque flags. Their love of team and country comes through loud and clear!
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