Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Barcelona, Spain, Day 16



Day 16, May 27, 2014

It was a slow start to the day - up late working on my blog.  Headed to the market and bought a pound of clams for pasta and Catalan sausages for Jill for lunch before we headed out to search for more Antoni Gaudi buildings. 
All kinds of eggs

All kinds of poultry

Clam pasta
A small restaurant


Today we were looking for Segrada Familia, a church which was started in 1882 and taken over by Gaudi in 1883. It was one quarter finished when Gaudi died in 1926. 
Its construction passed a mid-point in 2010 and is expected to be finished in 2026! It was a 45 minute walk from our place. 

Some buildings along the way
An architect surely inspired by Gaudi


A lovely wide pedestrian friendly boulevard
Pictures of the Sagrada Familia from all sides
 



The top of one of the spires
 







The detail was amazing
 




After two and a half hours of walking we were back to our apartment and ready to snack and relax with some lovely white Catalan wine we have been drinking for 2.50 Euros a bottle. Earlier Jill had been listening to Long Black Veil on YouTube and asked if I could play it for her. I brought my Baby Taylor to keep my finger calluses and it was fun to play some old songs again. 

We settled in for the night with me blogging and Jill reading. I took some pictures off our Juliet balcony. The buzz from the street is constant and carries on late into the evening and early morning. 
Our apartment is on the forth floor, the last two balconies from the top with the rounded glass windows on the right.  A very bright apartment. 
Our view to the buildings across La Rambla
Views down to the street
The centre of La Rambla is for pedestrians only
 

Not sure why some people need to raise their voices in normal conversation to the point that they wake the dead, but perhaps what they are saying is not appreciated by those they are deafening and are looking for a wider audience.  An irritation for sure. At 4:30 in the morning, a Bruce Cockburn song comes to mind, “If I Had a Rocket Launcher”.    

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