Ending my visit to Parc Guell with this verdant scene. I carried on up the hill to the Tibidabo Amusement Park that day, mostly for the tram ride and the views. So much more to Barcelona than you might expect. And blue sky for Becky.
Beneath those wonderful Gaudi benches we have a supporting cast of pillars and gargoyles. Becky is reaching for the sky today, too, in another of my favourite cities, Lisbon.
We’ve moved on today. Still with Gaudi, dominating the skyline, but now in Parc Guell. La Sagrada Familia is still visible in the distance.
Just one of many beautiful breakages at Parc Guell. Gaudi seldom disappoints. Happy Monday!
This mirror image of an upside down chandelier in the attic of Gaudi’s Casa Mila thoroughly captivated me. I edged close to admire the delicate threads, looked down, and an immediate smile came to my lips. Genius to place the mirror beneath, reflecting the vaulted brick arches so subtly.
To be truthful, I spent so much of my time in Barcelona looking up, I developed a bit of a crick in my neck. But it will be a pleasure this rainy morning to amble through my photos and relive a few moments.
Where to next? How to portray a city that so many others have known, yet which produced pure childlike delight in me? For years the name Barcelona had conjured images for me, yet none truly lived up to the reality of this city. Yes, it has its dirty, gritty side. Which city doesn’t? And I got footsore and weary. I never know when enough is enough- just ask my poor husband! But the magic was all there.
You know that in the Sagrada Familia I spent a lot of time gazing upwards in wonder, but I also ascended the Passion Tower. Lots of opportunity to look down. So I did!
I always have a penchant for climbing stairs to acquire a better view, but a lift or a cable car is just as good, and in Barcelona you are spoilt for choice. The Cathedral roof was a good place to start (as distinct from the Basilica of Sagrada Familia) but the weather that day was a gentle grey. Never mind- lots of sunny days to come.
The highest point I reached was Tibidabo, with the assistance of a funicular I’m pleased to say, and it was still hard work. Then there was beautiful Monjuic- and that’s a tale for another day!
What can I say? I’m in love with the place. You might have guessed by now that this is my entry for Marianne at East of Malaga’s CBBH challenge: Looking down.
Who to introduce is often a problem at this stage of things, but I know that, if you haven’t already met her, you will be enthralled with the work of Seonaid at Breathe of Green Air. And there are so many fine photographers out there that it really can be quite intimidating. I came across James at JDT Photography quite recently and was extremely impressed.
Just remains to say thank you to Marianne. Don’t forget to visit!