We went to Barcelona
to rest from a week’s babysitting. We thoroughly enjoyed it although
restful – it is a city that needs to be walked and we literally walked
morning to and including night. Even the slight but persistent smell of
or urine didn’t deter us.
is an exuberant city. I’m surprised there aren’t a lot of car accidents
pedestrians are run over – one has to walk looking upwards all the time
different and fascinating buildings in the Modernisme style. Quite a change from the austere International
style so popular in Israel.
We started with a ramble along the main pedestrian walkway La Rambla
Mercat de la Boqueria
market. Here Eitan is getting a few ideas how to dry the peppers that
overtaken our garden in Netanya.
We did the must-do sights – a guided tour of Gaudi
buildings meant we bypassed the hours-long queue to enter the La Sagrada Familia
church is amazing in its detail, light and optimism. From afar it looks
imaginative sand castle.
While waiting for the tour I was intrigued by this
headless puppet, and nearly jumped out of my skin when he moved.
The tour included the very interesting Park Guell,
meant to be a garden city. The city was never built and only the
gardens remain. The walkway is lined with
stones that look like the trunks of palm trees! (see also picture of Gaudi bench)
On a tour of Barri Gotic, the Gothic quarter, we visited La Catedral. Among
gargoyles was one of a unicorn. (This picture is for my grandchildren
as we had been on a quest to find unicorns when we visited Ramat HaNadiv
.) Behind the Cathedral w
e were moved to see blocks of
carved Hebrew writing on the outside wall of a nearby palace. We were
the Jews were banished from Barcelona in 1391, about 100 years prior to
from Spain; their houses were dismantled and the stones used for other
Picasso lived in Barcelona
for 7 years until 1904.
walking tour about Picasso included his haunts and an excellent guided
the museum housing his early works.
Nearby was an open courtyard where a
small band and a male
flamenco dancer performed. This was not a classic show with dinner, but
of fine non-professionals. The dancer, whose name we don’t know, not
thrilled the crowd but also the band. At times we didn’t know whether
at the fiery dancer or enjoy the delight of the band.
We went to a Spanish guitar recital by Ekaterina Zayseva at the
beautiful "modernista masterpiece", the Palau de la Musica, a World
heritage Site. The pictures below do not do justice to this amazing
hall, considered to be "the world's most beautiful concert hall." Just
sitting in the hall was an experience but listening to the lovely
guitar playing made this special.
But man cannot live on music alone and no stay in Spain is
complete without delicious tapas and the local
wine. We made our stay very complete!
On our last day we took a tour to the Pyrenees,
to Val de Nuria which is the highest valley in the world. It was a
day, beautiful scenery and cold! A nice way to end a wonderful few days