We went to Barcelona
to rest from a week’s babysitting. We thoroughly enjoyed it although
visiting Barcelona
is hardly
restful – it is a city that needs to be walked and we literally walked
from
morning to and including night. Even the slight but persistent smell of
sewage
or urine didn’t deter us.
Barcelona
is an exuberant city. I’m surprised there aren’t a lot of car accidents
where
pedestrians are run over – one has to walk looking upwards all the time
at the
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 and visited
the
Mercat de
la Boqueria
market. Here Eitan is getting a few ideas how to dry the peppers that
have
overtaken our garden in Netanya.
We did the must-do sights – a guided tour of Gaudi
and his
buildings meant we bypassed the hours-long queue to enter the La Sagrada Familia
church. The
church is amazing in its detail, light and optimism. From afar it looks
like an
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
its
gargoyles was one of a unicorn. (This picture is for my grandchildren
from Eilat
as we had been on a quest to find unicorns when we visited
Ramat HaNadiv
Park in
Israel.
) Behind the Cathedral we were moved to see blocks of
stone
with
carved Hebrew writing on the outside wall of a nearby palace. We were
told that
the Jews were banished from Barcelona in 1391, about 100 years prior to
the expulsion
from Spain; their houses were dismantled and the stones used for other
buildings.
Picasso lived in Barcelona
for 7 years until 1904.
A
walking tour about Picasso included his haunts and an excellent guided
tour of
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
a group
of fine non-professionals. The dancer, whose name we don’t know, not
only
thrilled the crowd but also the band. At times we didn’t know whether
to look
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
delightful
day, beautiful scenery and cold! A nice way to end a wonderful few days
in Barcelona.