The crux of the claim lies in the robust and natural way
folks use the place. The city absolutely
vibrated with youthful energy, accent on youth.
I was so whipped that body and soul demanded a nap when we were granted a glorious early check-in at the Ayre Hotel Caspe in Barca’s tony L’Eixample neighborhood. Pronounce it Luh Shahm Pluh in Catalan. But Frau Gerta my German sleep therapist insisted that “Der vill be no shleepink!” and that I had to remain upright till at least 6pm or, failing that, my zees must be had in the bright light of day. And so, we walked the eight blocks to the chock a block Placa Catalunya where I crashed on a soft pallet of cement for a sweet hour of sleep. Vantage point as shown below.
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Oh, Barcelona...one of my absolutely favorite cities..the music, the rambla, the architecture...and Spain is a place where women make liberated eye contact with each other...so easily, so fondly. Hope you take a day trip to Montserrat...and since so close, :-) a must train trip to experience Lisbon.. so many favorite places... Have fun, Steve but then I know you always do..... :-) Thanks! Great shots! My fav is at top!
Hmmm, if I had not seen you since, I might have thought, from the last pic, that you had walked a leg off. ;-)
¡Hasta Taos!
John
These photographs are just as relaxed as the people and your description of how they use the plaza. Love the feet at the base of the photograph and the pigeons in mid-air.
These photographs are just as relaxed as the people and your description of how they use the plaza. Love the feet at the base of the photograph and the pigeons in mid-air.
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