Its coming along. In its 132nd year if building, you can see the newest sandstone, hewn high above ground, showing much lighter than the older work. One can notice clearly what has been created since your last visit. It is a wondrous thing, the soul of Barcelona in a way, because its like a beacon, seen from far away, always rising above anything else in this city of dreams, of mystical history and tangible past. Zafòns books come alive wherever you go, maybe that is why this city never sleeps?
Queues long and tortuous wind all around it, coffee and wine prices hit the roof and the quality of them dives a steep curve. A real Catalonian never has anything to eat or drink here! But one has to admire the endless equanimity of the people standing in them, following blindly the tourist guide to heaven.
We sampled the air, the gradual building of Gaudis dream from the park. One day we will go and join that queue, but not today!
Its quite enough wonder to see it from outside.
Queues long and tortuous wind all around it, coffee and wine prices hit the roof and the quality of them dives a steep curve. A real Catalonian never has anything to eat or drink here! But one has to admire the endless equanimity of the people standing in them, following blindly the tourist guide to heaven.
We sampled the air, the gradual building of Gaudis dream from the park. One day we will go and join that queue, but not today!
Its quite enough wonder to see it from outside.