(Continued from Page 5.) the heights above Covadonga, the militiamen crowded on their lorries and hurriedly departed. The Nationalists charged down the slippery slopes, for they feared the enemy would destroy the shrine. Covadonga was safe, but the town in the valley below was sacked in revenge, hundreds of people killed, and eighty women taken away as hostages.
SANTANISER Santander—with its lighthouse, which was the scene of many murders of civilians who were forced over the cliff into the sea; Bilbao with its Iron Belt of Fortifications, many of which were built by the Republicans at considerable cost and never used, as the Nationalists attacked from unsuspected quarters; Guernica, of the famous oak tree and ancient Assembly building that still stand despite reports in the world press that they were demolished by Franco in vengeance at the Basques allying themselves against him, completed the tour that teemed with interest from start to finish.
The organisation of the Tourist Traffic in Spain is a model of smooth-running and efficiency. On the last day in San Sebastian, while waiting in the hotel lounge for lunch, two lovely little twingirls in long, bunchy white organdie frocks and green velvet skull-caps came in from the street. Some of us imagined they were first-communicants, but they were followed immediately by a stream of smartly-dressed women and men in morning dress. It was a wedding party, and we all sat up and waited for the bride. A moment later through the revolving door she came, a lovely fair girl in a pearly white gown, on the arm of her young uniformed husband.
Spain's new life, like that bride's, was just beginning. A terrible chapter had closed. A new one had opened.
Spain has had enough of excess. Moderation and restraint are her keynotes now.