Finding it harder each day to keep going. But I must. Today was my last in Barcelona.
My first booking was at 10am at Casa Batilo – another Gaudi creation. So, for all those who loved yesterday’s post, here are more images showing the creative hand of that master. But, before I went in, I had a quick superficial look at the house next door – Casa Amattler.
Now for Casa Batilo.
I hadn’t booked a ticket for a look at the Palau de la Musica and subwayed there prepared for long queues. Nothing prepared me for the queues. I arrived at around 11.10. The 12 o’clock booked queue was already 5 minutes long. The 11 o’clock pre-booked fast entry queue probably extended a kilometer and wound its way around various blocks. And that was for people with tickets. I went looking for the Box Office, but I couldn’t make entry (note to June and the choristers- make sure you have arrangements to get in when you get there.). I sat around watching the never ending 11 o’clock queue still entering after 11.30am. So, I shrugged my shoulders and walked 15 minutes to the tourism office in the Placa de Catalunya and asked what was free during the afternoon – but I wasn’t sure I was going to book anything because I didn’t have the energy for waiting in such long queues. As it happened, I learned that all time slots were booked out until this Wednesday, so I am not going to see this spectacle.Then walked fast into the Gothic Quarter hoping for a free entry to the Barcelona Cathedral before midday. But when I said I was there to pray they directed me around to the Cloisters. They had my measure!
After that I gave up and didn’t bother to go back and pay to enter the Cathedral. Not coping with being ill and people. Wandered a little and stopped for a wine and some fresh tapas.
Later the Duck Shop stopped me in my tracks.
Pictures below, looking in through the window at the Chocolate Kitchen, are for the chocoholics reading this blog. Another time I will add in a wonderful video here – too time consuming right now.
Then wandered along La Rambla before entering the upper reaches of La Raval. Was reminded that legislation prevents graffiti or street art on buildings, but the loophole is that doors are not covered.Sunday was a serious shopping day and people collected bags like Julia Roberts in the movie, Pretty Woman.Too tired. Too done in. Too sick. Aimed at my hotel and, as usual, found myself many blocks off in the wrong direction. Eventually righted that wrong. Back at the hotel I lay on the bed and watched a Davis Cup dead rubber between France and Croatia. Felt normal doing that. Then slept.
Finished the day with a brilliant paella freshly and personally cooked for me in my own pan.
Time to pack for an early start tomorrow – off to Madrid by fast train.