This year was the 60th anniversary of the Temps de Flors – the Girona Flower Festival.
Arriving early in the morning there was little evidence of any sort of a festival as I made my way towards the historic city centre from the bus station.
Passing a large building I poked my head into the courtyard and I was amazed to see oranges hanging down from a trellis and tiny little trees in pots. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this as the security guard beckoned me inside for a closer look.
I picked up a map from the tourist office and I tried to work out the best route to follow. I discovered that there were more than 125 official displays which were marked with numbered plaques and countless other floral installations dotted around the city.
There were carpets of flowers cascading down steps in front of churches and alleyways.
Parks and gardens, beautiful in their own right were topped up with funky and colourful art installations
Patis – patios and courtyards, normally hidden behind wooden doors had been opened up by residents so that you could wander around or you could peer through gates and bars into a private world which had been transformed into something spectacular.
Cloisters were jam packed with displays and with tourists who slowly moved around in the scorching sun, queuing to get into the highlighted ‘must visit’ spaces and craning necks over the crowds to see.
I will be returning to Girona. I hope to see the huge trilogy of paintings by Quim displayed somewhere in the city. I want to spend time in the fascinating museums and learn more about the Arab Baths. I want to see another Temps de Flores