This is a steampunk submarine I came across in Barcelona while wandering around with my aunt and uncle, the Ictineo II. It’s a reproduction of an original craft from 1862.
The fort/castle that we found at the top of Montjuïc. This building is from ~1850, but apparently there has been a fortification on this hill for hundreds of years.
I decided that I wouldn’t just post pictures of buildings. This is the path we walked to get to and from the fort/castle. It wasn’t all like this, because there was contruction and bit of it were closed and we had to walk on the road. But the nice parts were like this.
I dipped my feet in the Mediterranean Sea . . .
There were several signs of this sort on the beach, along the lines of, “El Salvador de la Playa,” using superhero norms to discourage littering. They amused me. Also, family.
This is the exterior of the Casa Battló, which I went to see on my last day in Barcelona. It was pricer than I expected – I would have brought more money if I’d realized – but after some consideration, I decided that I did want to see it that much, and I would have enough money left over to buy lunch with, barely.
This is the top of the house. I went on the tour, and it was fabulous. It was full of tourists, of course, but I feel that I can only complain so much, given that I am one.
Gaudi was very inspired by nature, and this house in particular by water. There was hardly a straight line in the place, and there were skylights everywhere. There was, in general, a great sense that the house had been designed with care.
My audioguide (part of the admission price) cut out about three rooms in and switched from English to Spanish, but that was okay, even if I lost a few details. Mostly I was just glad that it hadn’t gone to Catalan or French or something else that I don’t understand.
This is the roof. There was a large patio around skylights, and the chimneys had been made into star attractions.
The transition over the front hump of the roof (which was originally a storage chamber for rainwater?). I was on the orange mosaic side.
After that, because I had spent all the money I had on me besides for my lunch money, I walked to the Hospital, which I thought the guide had said was designed by Gaudí, and was free. As soon as I got there, I could tell that it had not been designed by Gaudí – I think the guide must have said that it was designed by one of his contemporaries – but they didn’t charge you an arm and a leg just to wander around.
It was also, without a doubt, the most beautiful hospital I have ever seen. That isn’t, mind you, much of a qualification, since I can’t think of any hospital I’ve seen that wasn’t built like a glorified cube, or something equally boring, but this place looked like somewhere you might actually go to get better. There were a bunch of little buildings connected by pathways and groves of trees (and, I think, passages underground; I saw something that looked like that at one spot, and the paths only contained tourists and sightseeers, or so it seemed to me). I enjoyed it, and then walked back to the hotel. Of course, my feet hurt like crazy, and I didn’t have energy for much of anything else all day, but since we were just getting supper and then getting on a sleeper train to Córdoba, that was okay.
I’ll post about Córdoba later.