National Geographic : 1922 Jan
THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE Photograph by Casa Lux HERALDS OF THE TOWN HALL OF BILBAO Like the "beef-eaters" of the Tower of London and the pictur esque Swiss Guards of the Vatican, these heralds retain their medi eval costumes. Note the coat of arms of Bilbao which they wear. boiled with just a touch of garlic and cov ered with delicious scarlet sweet peppers, while around the sides of the dish were garbanzos, giant chick-peas of fine savor. Before each of us was set a jug of chacoli, an excellent white wine of peas ant make. For dessert there were lus cious red plums of Vizcaya. It was a re past that will linger long in my memory. One derives a false picture of this cen ter of Basquedom unless the little eight mile side-trip from Bilbao down to the sea is taken. Paralleling each side of the river is an electric tramway, and paral leling each of these in turn is a steam railway. Town after town is to be seen on the way. Along the left bank of the Nervion ship building yards are succeeded by i m mense iron foundries and smelters, and dozens of steamers are tied up alongside these industrial plants, all combining to fill the air with the smoke of man's activities. The pretty green hillsides far beyond the river are marred here and there by patches of reddish brown color, where, in the distance, can be seen the puff of the little locomotives of the ore trains, and oc casionally the rumble of a dynamite explo sion is heard. These are the mines, and from many of them, stretching for miles through the air, to the loading berths on the river, are aerial ca bles, to which are fas tened buckets full of red ore moving con tinually from mine to river, with parallel cables carrying back the "empties" to the far-away brown patches on the hillside. - TH E "FLYING FERRY" The river winds its way between these rich hills, and finally, rounding a corner, the sea comes suddenly into view. The strong sea breezes of the Biscay blow away the smudgy fog of industry, and one emerges again into Sunny Spain. At each side of the river mouth is a town-Portugalete on the left and Las Arenas on the right. A beautiful and unusual bridge, connecting the two, forms a fitting monument to mark the union of the Nervion with the waters of the At lantic. It is called the Puente Trasbor dador (see illustration, page 84).