Highlights-Málaga Day 4

I visited Centre Pompidou Málaga (modern art). It was not as large (or _weird_) as some modern art repositories.

Art?

No, it’s the firehose cover. You never know in modern art museums. The white canvas is a staple.

French Fry Tool?

Not really. It just snapped them in half. I used my fingers.

Marie Kondo?

But better if **other** people say it about you. The risk of self-assessment bias is very high.

Notable Items

The Centre Pompidou Málaga had a section devoted to fabric. Most of the works were a protest or complaint about something (that’s modern art for you). I lingered around the works because the air conditioning was good (just above teeth rattling).

The remains of Gibralfaro Castle are on top of a 130m hill next to the Centre Pompidou. The Moorish inhabitants of the castle withstood a 3-month siege in 1487 by the forces of Ferdinand and Isabella during the Reconquista. I threw in the towel after zigzagging just halfway up the hill in the hot sun. I heard ice cream calling.

At McDonald’s, I chose the wrong kiosk line again (surprise!). I had to wait for two people seeking to communicate with 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 the other screen before I could.

As I waited, I noted a woman behind me practically yelling into her cell phone. After ordering, I moved to the other side of the crowded, noisy foyer to wait for my order. I could still hear her.

I took my french fries with cheesy bacon (a Spanish innovation) and ice cream upstairs to reduce the strain on my ears. No slinking this time. I presumed that the tiny wooden fork that came with the fries was intended as a tool. It was, but not for eating. Maybe I was using it wrong, but it didn’t pick up the fries. It only smashed them. If I had wanted mashed french fries, I would have ordered them.