For the public art that pops up as a corner is turned, for the artisan shops that line the tight cobble stone streets, for the voice that serranades from below the terrace at lunch, for the quartet in the plaza, the classical guitar concert in the church naive, for sitting on the porch with a full moon over my shoulder high above the city in the flat of a French artist who is courageously following her dreams, for watching my eldest be awed by the Gaudi architecture, for seeing my youngest be the best at navigating the circuitous old City. Whew!
“Barcelona is a very old City in which you can feel the weight of history; it is haunted by history. You cannot walk around it without perceiving it.” Carlos Ruiz Zafron
Here’s till tomorrow and letting the youngest lead!