|That's me (in the middle wearing the green shirt) at Park Güell|
I have to say, Barcelona by day when everyone else is still asleep is much more pleasant than Barcelona by day when folk are awake. Earlyish morning the buildings feel slightly grander and the city more immense, more promising and more tantalising. Once the town fills up, it’s still a wondrous city, just much more frustrating to wander about.
|A very sleepy La Rambla on an early-ish Saturday morning|
|Nothing says dignity like electronic candles do|
From the Cathedral we wandered down to the start of the water front, but turned towards La Rambla instead of towards the beach. By 9 a.m. La Rambla was beginning to fill up, mostly with booksellers and florists. This struck us as rather odd until Sara discovered it was St George’s Day in Spain, and by tradition men are meant to buy their significant others roses, and in return they are meant to receive a book. Matilda was given a free rose, and, in no way influenced by the prettiness of the rose-selling girls, I bought Sara one from one of the stalls selling the roses for charity.
|Mushrooms, oh so many mushrooms|
|Dr Suess's imagination is Barcelona's reality|
|Cuttlefish + Basil + Garlic + Olive Oil = Scrumptitiousness|