Valencia is just what you might expect. Relatively compact European city with the usual collection of churches and museums and historical buildings, mostly of what I would call the faded grandeur of colonialism. I found it tricky to get pictures to do the place justice, so here is some food instead. We managed to find a rather trendy and chic tapas bar, all cool greys, blue lighting and pink highlights, and really good standard of tapas and a bottle of wine. The dish below is raw tuna steak, each just over an inch cube, encrusted with poppy and linseeds. We had about 6 other dishes of different types along similar lines, followed by an equally yummy pud.
Perfect after a couple of hours in the fine art gallery, where there were more religious artworks than you could shake a crucifix at.