Through My Sails....
Memories of Barcelona.Loud Yanks sat next to us at the Zaraha Cocktail lounge talking skiing and 'powdery snow' while throwing back local beer.
Sitting sipping and watching humanity move past is as enjoyable as it can get. With no deadlines, no schedule and no plans it's great just to drift.
Youngest phoning, he's got four tickets (2 seated, 2 standing) for NEIL YOUNG! Nottingham sometime in June. I don't care what I'm doing. I don't care if I'm dead. I'll be there!
I'll be there!
Off to 'La Pedrera', Gaudi's greatest creation. We were astonished by the sheer architectural rebelliousness of the apartments and the other rooms, but the roof absolutely blew me – and Dearest away.
And then off to Parc Guell where the sun shone and the buskers busked and the visitors gasped. Gorgeous olives and a beer as we sat staring at Barcelona below us. Later to a shadier, quieter part of the park where a Lutenist filled the air with 'Sheep May Safely Graze'.
Watching City beat Allborg 2-0 in the EUFA cup.
Stumbling across a delightful mono-lingual tapas bar and quaffing draught San Miguel and partaking of the gratis olives, pickled gherkins and unknown - but tasty as buggery - meaty stuff. After a couple of drinks we venture forth and wander round Las Ramblas and the rest of the Barre Gotic.
Sitges. 45 minutes on the train – 11.40 Euros for 2 return tickets. After a saunter up and down the sea front we wandered around the old town before settling down for a rather nice bottle of sparkling rose between us and a spaghetti bolognese for me and a pepperoni pizza for Dearest.
Train back to Estacio del Franca and into a local bar showing Utd v Liverpool. We managed to see most of the 2nd half. What a shame that the 'Pool hammered 'em 4-1. ;-)
Off to the Barre Gotic on a lovely, almost balmy evening, where we had a couple of glasses of truly wonderful wine and some Tapas before sauntering around, getting hopelessly lost and acquiring a taxi to take us home.
Walking up the sea front to Poble Neu and then back down the front to Barconoletta. Miles, absolute miles in the sunshine as Barcelona's Sunday promenaders strolled, roller-bladed, bicycled and jogged.
Sauntering through a packed Parc de la Ciutadella late in the afternoon and trying to remember when our parks were as well used, as well tended and a joy to be in.
Sunday afternoon in the park
From the hotel window.
Fountain.
Window. Parc Guell.
A window in Gaudi's house. Guell Park.
On the roof. La Pedrera.
On the roof. La Pedrera.
On the roof. La Pedrera.
La Pedrera model.
Underwood typewriter, La Pedrera. My Grandad had one of these.
Ducks in the early morning sun. Parc de la Ciutadella.
5 comments:
Great pictures. Great words. You know there are many people who could visit a place like Barcelona and not really see it at all. But with "her indoors" and yourself you seem to have really absorbed the city's atmosphere. Nothing about pickpocketing though!
I loved my stay in Barcelona - even though it was freezing and pouring with rain at the time. Well - it was August so what did I expect???
You to Spain...Sitges and eat Italian??
Once again, great photos.
I recognise one of the birds in that last photo!
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