The next night, a drive down the coast from Barcelona and a great lunch in a tiny fishing harbor, we played our first concert of two in Valencia.
Afterwards, we were greeted by a very different quartet than in Copenhagen. Four bulldogs with two owners were at the stage door. They were not as cooperative as the Nordica Quartet for a group photo, and one of them stole Gene’s water bottle, clamping its large and powerful jaws around it.
We had to abandon the photo project for fear that our instruments were being considered as fire hydrant substitutes, and went off for a great dinner and some great wine.
Valencia’s Palau de la Musica sits on the edge of the city in a beautiful, park-like setting, in view of the futuristic opera and orchestra hall down the street.