My first impression of Valladolid was that not only was it a lot hotter than the UK, that is was quite a traditional Castillan city, with a long history, and appeared, very Spanish, very Catholic to me.
When we arrvied, everything was closed for the afternoon for the Siesta! Then rather suddenly everything opened on the dot at 5pm, with music and dancing in the streets.
We successfully found a restaurant to eat in called “Le Herbe” – the food was far nicer than it’s odd name luckily! – and has a lovely evening watching all the crazy goings on: there were music bands and parties in the street, and hundreds of people trailing past us all the time, walking the streets. Little did we know Valladolid would continue to be crazy for the rest of the trip!
Immediately outside our Hotel, called Hotel Roma, was a view of the lovely church of Santiago Apostol, lovely inside and out, and which appeared to be part of one of the many Caminos in northern Spain, as across the city was a trail of brass clam shells embedded in the floor, like this one: