You may have realised we’re in Barcelona with Emily and Miquel, looking forward to the Three Kings arriving tomorrow. But yesterday, we left the Big City, caught a slow local train, and trundled off to the foothills of the Pyrenees, to Vic, 45 miles away.
The Romans knew Vic. The bridge they built here is in daily use. There’s a temple too.
The early Christians knew Vic. An important bishopric was established here, and a seminary, the basis of the present university. It was the most important market town in the area. This was the mediaeval town we’d come to see.
Look! Here’s the busy Market Square.
I’ve taken this photo from one of the covered arcades, built tall enough to allow a man on horseback to ride there. Many town doors are big enough to allow this horseman through.
Nowadays, Vic is assertively Catalan. If you look, you’ll see banners on the buildings supporting their political heroes. Slogans are everywhere.
But here is the Olive Tree of Peace. Hang your hopes here.
Most of my photos are in my camera. Here are phone snapshots of our walk round this delightful untouristy town, going about its market day business.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
That was a town worth going to visit and thanks for the link to the walk in Tavira, enchanting.
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You would enjoy all Jo’s posts. She’s a real explorer with a good eye for the telling detail.
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ahh so this is where you went – how fabulous
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We’ll definitely go again to explore more.
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Love the narrow street image before the one of the market square
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Such streets are two a penny there!
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My kind of thing, with a lone figure in view!
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As well as the lovely town itself, you’ve captured that cold, frosty brightness which we have seen so little of here so far this winter. It looks a beautiful town, steeped in history and passion.
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I think it will definitely repay further visits. But by gum, it were cold compared with Barcelona.
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That old bridge is fantastic, and I like the notion of the olive tree to hang your hopes on. I looked up Vic as I had never heard of it before and read the Wikipedia entry. It noted that after Vic was destroyed by invaders in 788, eventually a quarter was rebuilt and “it was repopulated by Wilfred the Hairy in 878”. Well he must have been a busy fella!
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What a fellah, eh? Make Love Not War.
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🙂
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A lovely (if cold) walk Margaret. I thought the doors really interesting altho I must admit I’m not a fan of the political posters😫. VIc looks quite charming and Barcelona is a favorite spot. Hope you’ll be sharing some of those images as well
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The posters are everywhere in Catalonia: you’d have to get used to them.
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Thank you for sharing your trip with me. We certainly need a Tree of Peace right now. I will be taking a look at Jo’s Monday Walk.
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Do. And yes, we all need a Tree of Peace at the moment.
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Three Kings, we call it Epiphany in the States. is probably my favorite of the twelve days of Christmas. And…oh, to have an Olive Tree of Peace! I might need to visit Spain for a walk on Epiphany one of these years.
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It’s Epiphany in the UK too. But little regarded except as a day to take the decorations down. We all need a Tree of Peace I think….
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That’s a delightful set of images for what looks like a delightful town. And, I am always impressed to see our Continental friends with their politics, posters and passions – reminds me a little of those singing folk from Yorkshire. 😉
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Ha! Well that got us a long way, didn’t it?
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