I scampered all over Barcelona today, Mystery Guest in tow. We plundered the Picasso museum, the magic shop, the alleys, the streets, had a stupendous lunch, a writer’s siesta, and then went back out and did it all again, except this time we ate padron peppers (always a huge hit), investigated all corners of the Casa Batllo (so much better at night) and sharked around outside Pedrero (also so exquisite in the night-light.
Call it Rayleigh or DaVinci scattering, it matters not, but Gaudi took advantage of it, making the blues of the window frames and tiles progressively darker and bluer as he built up. This makes the very top floor feel dizzyingly far away when viewed from the ground. At least with human eyes.
This time, I went out on the balcony that you can only go out onto if you let them take your photograph, which you then might or might not buy. It was in fact dizzingly high up. The glass tiles of the exterior as impeccably laid, and the metal balconies are beautifully hung.
The front doors at La Pedrera look completely, totally different in the night light. This is how they looked tonight.
And this was a photo from inside, in full daylight, from last week. Another world.
I saw so much new street art; it comes and goes constantly. Suddenly, I’m seeing Clet Abraham altered signs everywhere, including one that Doriot and I puzzled over on our first day. What could it mean, we wondered?
Lots more later. Tomorrow morning, up to catch a train to Figueres, the moment has come: Dali.