You could spend all day taking pictures of the buildings in this city, and Anh did!
Church wall with green tiles and best living statue I've seen:
Sunny days:
Enough said...
One of my favourite moments was discovering whimsy in an otherwise busy and nondescript Metro station.
In my first post, I said that Barcelona represented all my heroes (well, not all, but they do make up a large percentage) – Dali, Picasso, Miro, Gaudi.
People are really mad for Gaudi, including me. In his life, he died alone, which makes me sad. I will do a separate entry because of the volume of pictures I want to share...
Dali always appealed because his work is unapologetically crazy. When you leave the museum, you think again, 'Geez, Dali really was crazy'. He will also have a seperate entry, because this kind of craziness also inspires many photographs.
Miro's art (well, the happy art) is like a sweet calligraphic dream, where all the right things are in the right place – birds, stars, happy figures, shapes. Photos were not allowed within the gallery.
I was a bit disappointed at the lack of cubism at the Picasso musuem, but thought it was a really nice collection overall. There was also an exhibit on Japanese erotica (and very interesting to see its influence on Picasso's more rudey art), and well, some of it was a bit weird. A friend mentioned the other day in a completely different conversation that Japanese hentai was not (is not?) allowed to depict genitalia (that is, male) or actual sex, which is why you have various other phallic representation. Such as giant squids. Which is weird.
Sorry to end it on this note, but I'm going to see Santa Claus now. That's right! He does exist, mum! (If you're wondering, I'm now in Lappland.)
