City of tile


I spent the last four days in Barcelona, soaking in the sun and food and general Mediterranean atmosphere. Sure, I was working, too (Thursday and Friday, at least), but it didn't feel like it. This town is gorgeous, and I can't wait for an opportunity to return...



I can't count the number of times that Ms Pope and I have been in a gorgeous, exotic or cosmopolitan city and have fantasized about living there for a period of time. The first occurrence of this was on our very first holiday/date, to Mexico City for Day of the Dead 1994. For us, any time we are vacationing in a beautiful locale, part of the trip (at least) is spent dreaming about what it might be like to live there... I did this again in Barcelona. The Gothic Quarter, especially, is so beautiful and enchanting, that I saw myself sitting on a balcony, with Snickers on my lap (the dogs didn't join me in my fantasy), drinking a cafe crema...




One thing I enjoyed about the city, too, was the sense of humor. From a beautiful vantage within Park Güell, one can see the following spray-painted message:



"Why call it tourist season if we can't shoot them?"

Posted: Mon - October 15, 2007 at 08:41 AM        

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