Highlights-Málaga Day 3

I walked to El Museo Centro de Arte Contemporaneo de Málaga (modern art). It was not as large (or weird) as some and very compact (parts of two floors). The entrance area had tiny architectural models of imagined future construction for sustainability and other goals that may have little to do with profits and making things easy for customers (hard to tell where the bathrooms are and if they use those wimpy air dryers from a model). There was a second part around the corner on the second floor devoted to fabric art, much of it protesting something. I departed the air-conditioned splendor (just above teeth rattling) of the museum to hike halfway up the hill to the ruined fort (I can do this). Looking upward at the 3-4 more stories I had to climb to reach the ruined walls at the top, I asked myself, is the view going to be that much better (I’m not doing this)? There is no easy way to resolve artistic questions like that unless you start thinking about having an ice cream at McDonald’s. Then the right course of action “emerges,” as sociologists say. I chose the wrong kiosk line again (surprise!) and had to wait for two people seeking to contact extra-terrestrials. It *had* to be the reason they were taking so long to finish ordering sandwiches and drinks! I was tortured by thoughts of “Just go to the other side,” but people kept coming in the door and using that screen before I could reach it. The other thinly veiled form of torture was a woman behind me speaking into her cell phone at just below scream audio level. After I moved to the other side of the foyer to join the crowd waiting for their orders, I could still hear her. See below for my encounter with the french fry tool. At supper, I sat outside (always risky due to cigarette smoke, but it was too warm inside), right at the edge of the walking area. It always has a steady flow of people (no leopard skin tights observed today despite the large numbers passing me).