Back in 1997, before we had kids, we bought a slightly neglected three-story house in the Hollywood Hills that was designed by an architect on the brink of becoming a superstar. Our house, the one where Franny was born (or at least the one she arrived at when we returned from Cedar-Sinai) was one of Frank Gehry’s lesser works. It had been built the same year as his own much more famous Santa Monica residence. After a few years, we realized its concrete steps and open catwalks were far too dangerous a place to raise a toddler so we sold the house in 2001. But because of our brief intersection with Frank Gehry we always felt a bond with the architect. So while our family huddled in Barcelona in early January plotting our itinerary for the second half of the trip, we knew we had to make the five-hour pilgrimage to Bilboa.Frank Gehry’s Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao opened its doors to the public in October 1997, just a few weeks after we moved into our Gehry house. The museum has single-handedly transformed what was once a sleepy Basque industrial city into a global center of culture. One of our Spanish friends said, “The city made an enormous bet on the Guggenheim, and they hit the jackpot.” Bilbao has subsequently drawn countless other architectural gems and hordes of sophisticated tourists. It has become a world-class city — and one of our favorite and most-underated destinations on the trip. We were going to stay for two days, but we ended up staying for four — spending most of our time admiring the museum, climbing in the playground beside it, and photographing the titanium building in every possible light. From these moving images, we constructed a video about a museum built by Frank Gehry built on a poem by Lemn Sissay, the poet laureate of the 2012 London Olympics. We no longer have our Gehry house, but we’ll always have Bilbao.