The Shire. This elongated city creeps up steep valleys, and roads plunge through hillsides. My strongest memory (aside from the Guggenheim) is the drive out, through misty mountains and autumn forrests.
I came to A Coruña for one thing—the Torre de Hercules. Though it’s largely a restoration, parts of this ancient lighthouse date back to the 2nd Century when the Romans were here. I’ve since found the north coast has several sombre reminders of what civilisation can mean at both ends of the spectrum.