This blog post is part of a series. There are Barcelona in Black and White, Barcelona in Black and White, Again, Barcelona in Stunning Colour and Barcelona in Colour II. This is the third part.
Some of you may recall seeing this place, around the corner from the hotel:
That’s Casa Batlló Gaudi, which in English means ‘Batlló’s Gaudi House’ because Mr Batlló commissioned him to make a nice house and this… Walt Disney mushroom-dream is what he got. We didn’t go in but apparently you can.
This blog post is part of a series. There is Barcelona in Black and White, Barcelona in Black and White, Again and Barcelona in Stunning Colour, of which this is the second part.
Oh god it’s early. We have met up with our local friends and we are on the train to Girona. As explained to me, this place is famous for:
I can attest to all three. We caught an early train to go about 100km out of town.
You can read a little more about the place in Barcelona in Black and White elsewhere on this good blog.
It’s Catalonian National Day, so the streets are decorated with yellow and red, which explains this at the breakfast buffet.
Regular readers will have already digested Barcelona in Black and White and that gives most of the story. I’ve been so lazy with this that Barcelona in Black and White, Again, is already out. I did take colour photos, with my phone, and I present them here for your education and amusement.
Continue reading “Barcelona, in Stunning Colour”When I was young, about your age I guess, I apprenticed in a print shop. That would have been around 1952. Back then we didn’t have no Xerox or Linotype and we printed books on contract with movable-type. Type was old even then, as ancient and blessed as Gutenberg hisself.
Continue reading “Yet Another Very Funny Joke”After small-talk the conversation settled down for a time. The stranger gazed into the campfire and toyed with the tip of his moustache. I guess we were all hypnotized by the flames because when he spoke, it felt like I had been shocked awake.
“I was a child at the time, no more than eight years of age.” He fell to silence for a while and then, as if he just remembered he had an audience straightened up and looked at us. “That would have made it 1972, or so, and Uncle Dick was grey around the whiskers even then.” He paused while Gary and I exchanged a nervous giggle.
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