Barcelona

Having only just completed the pages on Brittany I am feeling a little guilty about flagging another foray to foreign climes. Barcelona, however, made such an impression on us that I can't resist making this offering in homage to such a remarkable city.

The unmistakable outline of Antoni Gaudi's many-spired Church of Sagrada Familia must surely represent Barcelona more than any other image, even including the blue and red stripes of FC Barcelona. It was certainly the major attraction for this my first sample of mainland Spain, leaving aside how typically 'Spanish' is Barcelona. While the Sagrada Familia became the major part of his life, it and he are far from all that Barcelona has to offer.

His genius and vision made such an impression on me that I could easily allow my interest to overwhelm this more general essay.

Outside the west front of the church an example of the many 'tableaux vivants', and other street-theatre, that we encountered wherever tourists were wont to gather.

Arriving at our hotel, here reflected in the office building opposite, around lunchtime, after an unexpected delay of about an hour while the luggage and passengers attempted to get reunited, we had a snack outside at a pavement cafe ...

... and set off on a leisurely amble into the streets to savour the city ...

... and observe the locals ...

... the T'ai Chi class in the park ...

... where the full scale Mastodon entertained the kids.

We hadn't ambled far when we saw this young lady having trouble with her clothing. There seems to be a lot of art, plastic or otherwise, about this city ...

... and a similar concentration of baker's shops as in Brittany.

There are not only narrow Mediterranean alleyways, there are tree-lined boulevards a-plenty, here the most famous one - The Ramblas, leading down to the waterfront. As well as street performers another noticeably visible feature, in the tourist areas and elsewhere, were the quantity and frequency of police patrols on foot and in vehicles. Very reassuring given what I had been reading recently about street-crime.

In a neo-classical colonnade, halfway down the Ramblas, lovers meet in the afternoon sunshine.

The colonnade runs around the St Joseph Market ...

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... selling fish fresh from sea and lake, fruit and veg, spices ...

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... sweets and candies, and even Ostrich and Emu eggs!

At the foot of La Rambla an overabundant expression of civic and national pride. Here the confection of the Port Authority building sits ...

... across the road from the more austere neo-classical Palace of the Military Governor, and, with a prime site on its roundabout ...

... the 200ft Columbus column. A strong and confident assertion of the values of discovery and subjugation. It is, however, something of a puzzle to me why Barcelona should laud him so when the resultant development of trans-atlantic trade sent her into relative decline. The successful struggle Barcelona was making towards her modern status as an internationally renowned city was given a massive boost by the 1888 Exhibition which saw the city transformed with the Columbus column being but one part.

A more recent updating of the city has focussed on the docks area with the development of the marina in the inner-harbour ...

... and here the Maremagnum leisure complex on the Moll d'Espanya, with intriguing mirror effects over the entrance.

Opposite the suitably ornate 19th century Custom House a reference to another of the city's claims to fame ...

... sits outside this simpler, almost austere, older building now housing the Museu Maritim but built in the 14th century for shipbuilding.

Among many interesting exhibits was this reproduction of an early attempt at a submarine by Catalan inventor Narcis Monturiol...

... but the undoubted highlight was this amazing full-size reproduction of the flagship galley of Don John of Austria, built in this yard and in which he defeated the Turks in 1571 at the Battle of Lepanto in the last major sea battle fought between galleys.

An evening view from our hotel roof back towards the waterfront.

 

Continued in Part II

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