These are the bits & bobs, the tidbits (Timbits?), the leftovers of photos from Barcelona. All the sides of buildings, graffiti, nicely lined bikes, street art, pretty tile, food, people, you know, those things I can’t resist taking a picture of but didn’t really go together with anything. So they’re here. In one big post of corners of Barcelona that I saw and liked and will hopefully get to see again.
Alex arrived in Barcelona Tuesday evening and we spent the next few days exploring the city together. Wednesday we took the metro the Palau Nacional/Estadi Olímpic de Montjuïc area. First we headed up to the top of Las Arenas, which is a bullring that’s been converted into a shopping centre with restaurants on top with an ah-ma-zing view of the city. (Also where I managed to trip over the protective wire at least half a dozen times while trying to…walk. I’d love to say ‘taking pictures’ but I wasn’t. I was just walking and the view distracted me. #klutzproblems)
Paris has the Eiffel Tower. Berlin has the Berlin Wall. London has Big Ben and the London Eye. Barcelona has the still unfinished Sagrada Familia. Because good things take time, right? Before heading over to the Sagrada Familia, however, I first made my way to the Casas Amatller and Batlló. I didn’t go in, mostly because a.) waiting in lines are actually my least favourite way to spend a day and those lines were stupid long and b.) that stuff seriously adds up. Super fast. Another time, I would definitely love to head on in and I’ll just have to make sure to make my way back. Continue reading
As most of you who’ve been here for awhile already know: I love food. In a Timone and Pumbaa, “Love. Not like, love,” kind of way. Which meant that La Boqueria was a must see for me. Which I did. At least three times. Can you blame me though? Most of my favourite things all under one, very nicely decorated roof: food. People to photograph. Cute boys with tattoos. Food. Does life really get much better than that?
I associate colours with cities. Which is news to me and something I didn’t realize until I was sitting in my hostel in Barcelona and someone asked me how Barcelona and Nice were different. Nice is yellow and orange. I’m not 100% exactly why, to be honest. The best reason I can come up with is this picture. Barcelona, well, Barcelona is blue and green, light, almost clear, glasslike colours. That, in turn, is probably because of this. I agree that maybe it’s a little bizarre, but at this point, what else would you expect from me? (Madrid, if you’re wondering, is purple and red. )
Blue Eyed Sight 