It has uniquely parceled up its 24-hour days according to some secret timetable that I wasn’t able to fully decode in the short span that I was there. Stores randomly closed during peak day hours for what I assume is siesta, except for the fact that none seemed to do so on anything close to a shared schedule. Few eat before 8 pm, and fewer still arise before 10 am. The city was more alive at midnight than at noon, and its street fronts are homily graffitied in a way that’s helpful for navigating the massive city.
|The National Palace.|
I have a couple of specific sites that I’ll highlight here on OTIS in a bit, but until then, here’s a random overview of what bounced off my retinas while in Barcelona.
|Take a left at this.|
|The building across the street Lego'd|
perfectly into this one.
|Street performer on La Rambla.|
|Snails and snail-shaped bread.|
|La Sagrada Familia, by Gaudi.|
|Statue made of cell phones from an|
enormous mobile technology conference
that was being held.
|View from the bedroom window of my apartment.|
|Arc de Triomf. Can't be a city without one of these.|
|The Gothic Quarter.|
|Still in the Gothic Quarter.|
|Iberian ham. Proper etiquette is to gnaw on as is.|
|Which way is home, Senor Columbus?|