We decided to get a pretty early start and left our apartment around 9am. Our square looked like a ghost town compared to the night before but luckily the bakery across the street was open so we had a quick cafe and left to walk into downtown. We ended up at the Palau de la Musica Catalana where we booked a tour and then headed to the Church nearby to visit while we waited for our tour.
The off we went to the Palau de la Musica Catalana which had an excellent tour guide who told us all about the history and architecture while walking us through. I’ll give you the short version; it was designed by the architect Lluís Domènech i Montaner in a modernista style in 1905. Funded entirely by society and their love of the arts, the Catalan Choir in particular it is now host to some of the most famous artists in the world. The inside was amazing, a perfect square that is lit entirely by natural light. With a steel frame hidden by beautiful and ornate columns each wall is covered in stain glass. If you head to Barcelona it is an absolute must, the only sad part is no picture taking aloud but I found some of the web to post.
The Palau has never been linked to a religion, which is pretty out of the ordinary, but it does have sculptures depicting the muses of Greek Mythology. The design doubles the story, instead of nine muses there are eighteen and then various famous composers works are also depicted in modernista sculpture style. And the ceiling is probably the most famous, a giant sun turning into a water drop which, all the flower sculptures lean towards.
And finally the outside, this photo is mine.
After the Palau we called the airport and found out my luggage was on it’s way so we raced back to the apartment hoping we wouldn’t miss it. Thankfully about an hour later someone buzzed, I ran down the four flights tripping over my feet in excitement only to see an elderly man that spoke no english trying to hand me a bag that clearly wasn’t mine. I showed him the tag said “Eduardo” not “Lucille” and after the usual few minutes of hand gestures and pointing we finally understood each other. He walked down the block and ten minutes later came huffing around the corner with my bag. Hooray!
After chatting with some Italians in what we found out later was the local Italian bar we ended up running into the waiter from our first night in Barcelona. He took us to an excellent little place that had some really fantastic mojitos.
After a couple drinks we danced home to our apartment and decided it was the perfect time to go up to our buildings community terrace. I took a lot of photos but since I was determined to do it without the flash some may be a bit dark.
Somewhere around 4am we said good night to the view and went to our futon with smiles on our faces.