What Bilbao does have is a Guggenheim Museum. Yeah, the Frank Gehry one. You can see it looming at the end of the street here.
Spring was good to Puppy, as he was in full bloom. He looks out at Bilbao, welcoming visitors to the monstrosity of a museum.
Oops. Here I go.
For me, it is a confused jumble. There were parts I liked (like the glass walls, reflecting back on themselves and the landscape outside), but generally the whole thing felt really haphazard and incoherent. The sandy granite tiles in atrium were more reminiscent of an office building in suburban St. Louis. And then there were curvy white drywalled areas. And the glass walls. And stairways that were hard to find and didn't take you where you wanted to go. I don't know, I just didn't like it. It wasn't warm. It wasn't interesting. It was confusing and felt thrown together. I don't know how so many damn critics can be in its thrall.
Back to happier things, here's Jeff Koons' "Tulip."
Looking out from the back terrace.
Another view from the back terrace.
As for the contents of the museum, the collection of Serra sculptures is bar none. (More on that later.) And there was an exhibit of David Hockney's landscapes that I enjoyed more than I would have thought. The exhibit included some of Hockney's iPad landscapes, and it's pretty impressive what the ol' boy can do on the new technology. Google it to see more.