This morning, Michael and I went out for breakfast (Kevin was a little under the weather) on a hunt for breakfast, and we both agreed that we missed the concept of an American breakfast here. Scrambled eggs, grits, and coffee were just what I needed, but nowhere to be found. Instead, we settled for a café that was not a very satisfying experience. The waiters were a bit rude, and the selection of things to eat was just plain unsatisfying. However, we did end up at the market again, where we purchased some items for lunch—more paella and an Italian pasta dish that we could reheat at the hotel.

 One of the more incredible falla sculptures that we saw was in the Ruzafa market district, and it was a “Parisian” scene. I have already included a few pictures from this incredible sculpture, but here’s a little more detail. Michael took much better pictures than I did, so I am also using a bunch of his here, too. Let’s deconstruct one, step by step.

First, the streets were decorated with overhead lights, and in this case, the entire square was also decorated. At the end of the block, there were also lights that were formed into an Eiffel Tower that was several stories high. At night, each of the “nubs” had a light that was turned on, making the effect quite magical.

We first saw the falla from this angle, with a bunch of demons representing the “Directiva Europea Pirotecnia.” To the right of the demons is a ringleader, standing on a small tower with a black cat at his feet.

You can see a little Parisian street scene behind him, and to his left is a showgirl adjusting her stockings. Fascinating artwork, especially when you consider that the paint is incredibly detailed, down to the design of her stockings and gloves.

To this figure’s left is a mime. Not much to say about that.

Atop the house, there is a couple dancing, and on the back of the house, two black-and-white characters are formed by chimney smoke. Casablanca, anyone?

This was just a small demonstration of the detail of these soon-to-be-burned sculptures. It’s amazing, and perhaps should be seen to be believed.

We also had a little laundry to do in preparation for the upcoming trip, and Michael and headed to the local Laundromat to make it happen. Called the Colada Expres, there are several of these places in the city, painted bright green and inviting us to have cleaner, freshly dried clothes. Yay!

Met with the American Club in Valencia… what great folks! Very welcoming, and plenty of activity with small kids. I had my first cup of Spanish hot chocolate. Let’s be really honest… this stuff is really warm chocolate pudding in a glass.

A little shopping at El Corte Ingles later, and we were pooped. It was quite a day, but we still managed to take a few pictures of the City of Arts and Sciences on our way back.