This weekend I spent most of my time with my face raised to the sky. Looking up at all the beautiful buildings, flats and balconies in Barcelona. Such beauty was to be found in the simplest of streets, drying sheets wafting in the breeze and where black party dresses hung out alongside burros tail plants and potted geraniums.
I of course, took way too many photographs, seeing the beauty in interesting architecture or how the light caught a net curtain as it flapped in the warm Spanish breeze. The small alleyways, courtyards and twisting lanes of the Gottic quarter, to me, was the most interesting. Street so narrow that neighbours could stand on their balconies and share their day with each other in conversation.
Caged birds tweeting and dogs barking as we passed by. Televisions turned up too loud.Spanish.
Ornately decorated façades echoing back to the days of old, to Christopher Columbus and the riches that this City once had. But to me, the most beautiful of buildings were the ones which literally dripped with plants (yes I am that nerd who points out plant species loudly to no one in particular). This is the one… I would live here, that rubber plant is magnificent!
What we loved:
- Balconies dripping in plant life
- Cool narrow lanes, giving relief from the sun
- Nipping in and out of tapas bars in the gotic quarter
- Gin mare – with basil not lemon
- Street art