After beer and pizza and watermelon we left again, in search
of the magic fountain we’d heard so much about. We wandered lost through a dark
park until we eventually found it with the help of a nice ice-cream lady. It
was worth the effort. The fountain was beautiful; it danced to a grandiose
soundtrack in rainbow colours, sea-green foam melting into orange fire. We ate
popcorn coated in the same rainbows, sticky and sweet.
Today we queued to see the Casa Batllo, the house that Gaudi
built. The interior was indescribably beautiful, though our audio-guide
telephones gave describing it their best shot. I came out feeling as though I’d
been inside a four story sea-shell. Describing it in more detail would take
many more words.
Lunch was tapas at the covered market, ordered in awful Spanish,
followed by fresh fruit. We wandered round the gothic quarter, saw goldfish and
the cathedral and musicians, then we took the metro to the Park Guell to see
more Gaudi (we could never be saturated).
We hauled ourselves up the steps then, at the top, basked
like lizards, backs pressed against sun-warmed, chameleon-coloured mosaics, and
drank in the blue-horizoned view of the sprawling city.
We came down again, faces still hot from the sun, with dusty
shoes and thirsty tongues.
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