|Catalan flag and Catalan independence flag|
That was the plan, at least.
La Boqueria marketThe big farmers’ market in town is really a B- or C-list tourist attraction, but since I was hangry I went here for breakfast. First things first!
|Dragonfruit, Boqueria market|
CathedralBarcelona’s cathedral (not to be confused with Antoni Gaudí’s nearby Sagrada Família basilica) is your basic, run-of-the-mill Gothic church, nothing to get too excited about. The elevator to the roof, however, gave me some great views of the whole city. Since the cathedral sits in the middle of the old city, you can see all of Barcelona as it has grown out from the walled medieval town. I was able to see the Sagrada Família, the hilltop park of Montjuïc, and even the Mediterranean Sea from the roof.
Museu d’Història de Barcelona
|Ancient Roman epigraph made in “Barcino”|
|The street outside the synagogue|
Museu PicassoI’ll be honest—Pablo Picasso is one of my all-time favorite artists, so I came into this museum dedicated solely to his works with high expectations…which were promptly unmet. The museum’s collection consisted mainly of the artist’s early and Blue Period works (I prefer his cubist paintings), but near the end of the galleries was a real treat: Picasso’s suite of 58 paintings that analyzed and reworked Diego Velázquez’s famous piece Las Meninas. The museum was formed with donations from Picasso’s secretary, Jaume Sabartés, and later from Picasso himself, who lived in Barcelona for some time.
Església de Santa Maria del Mar
|West façade, Church of Santa Maria del Mar|
|Interior, Church of|
Santa Maria del Mar
Missing the night train to ParisThe trenhotel to Paris was due to leave the northern “França” station at 7:55pm, but first I had to return to the southern Sants station, where I had left my luggage at the lockers so I wouldn’t have to lug around a big backpack across Barcelona all day. I gave myself an hour to pick up my bag and move across town, but I guess it just wasn’t enough.
After getting my bag, I waited for the Rodalies (commuter train) to arrive: a direct, 8-minute ride to the França station. The TV screen was showing “7:30pm” as the next departure, but it also mentioned that there was an “incident” on the R2 line, which would “delay” its trains. I was waiting on the R2 Sud line, so I didn’t think much of it until the screen abruptly changed 7:30 to 7:50! Panicking, I ran upstairs and, after consulting with the thankfully-English-speaking concierge, continued running like a madman through the Sants station and caught a taxi to França.
|Protest in Plaça Sant Jaume|
Moving from the “anger” to the “acceptance” stage of grief, next I tried to change my ticket. Customer service would only give me a 50% refund, but I did, at least, get a ticket on the high-speed train leaving in the morning. My trip would not be thrown into shambles, as I feared. God bless that lady who was working the ticket stand that night!
|Las Ramblas, the most famous street in Barcelona|
For more pictures, check out my set on Flickr here.