After visiting the world of modernist Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwe we head to lunch. On the way was looking at other architectural beauties of the city, which showed signs of the brilliance that had Barcelona in the early twentieth century. This architectural modernism is on par with the belle époque French, Art Nouveau, the taste of Gustav Klimt and the Viennese revolution, the European expansion in the world, to the beginnings of cinema, the taste for utilitarian art, ornaments Minors and jewelry (you have to see the Orsay museum exhibition in Paris to dream), the development of industry and construction (appearance new building elements, as well as the rescue of the old and the mosaic); all this fevered era will face, such as the Titanic, with the first collective failure of humanity: the first world war. Still, Barcelona is like a living museum of all that human intent of a new feeling (Freud, Proust, Debussy) and new ways of oneiric art (which comes with it, the surrealism of Dalí, Buñuel, Derain, Picasso and in a way, Lorca).
momentarily Leaving that world to go back to Renaissance and Baroque Catalan, its plazas, churches and civic buildings. In fact, one finds ancient monuments that refer to these styles, but for convenience. Moreover, the neighborhood is called Barri Gotic. With the proposal Quique we went to eat at a small restaurant, but cozy, run by the same cooks and owners, a family restaurant (not those typical impersonating food chains, standardized). In a jovial mood ask the delicious menu, I remember clearly the rice in squid ink (by now my cholesterol and triglycerides were in full orgy, but then I realized I did not), taking with house wine , the four talked about our lives, our pains and what was happening in the world and in Peru. Suddenly he was in the cafeteria of letters of the Catholic, remember old friends, we count them: Ingrid, Pierina, Conchita, Cristina, José Antonio, many friends. We had to catch up.
Quique had to leave to take their classes (I was visiting, the problem of reaching the world of friends who are working). So Quique left, and Chico and Milka decided to take the long walk. Before dismissing Quique went through the Jewish Quarter, one of the favorite places of Milka, we walked through its streets and suddenly I heard a Hebrew speaking guide; That brought me the memory of one of the most beautiful cities you've visited in my life: Haifa. And all these cities, including Istanbul, Izmir, Piraeus, Tel Aviv something, have that Mediterranean flavor. Southern France and is similar in landscape to the hills and Israeli cities. I was carrying it, and I remembered that these two countries were for the Jewish two beloved land: Sarfate (France) and Sefarat (Spain, the beloved). Barcelona had its Jewish quarter was in one of the most dynamic cities of the Mediterranean Revival, and its buildings were to show me. After the visit to the old Jewish quarter, Milka invited us for coffee in his apartment (floor, as they say there). Before heading, I passed by the cathedral, which I could not appreciate being surrounded by scaffolding and with the disadvantage that now charge you for entering. Desist from visiting and took a walk through St. James's Square, there I saw two beautiful buildings that reminded me of Madrid and its neoclassical: Casa de la Ciutat (Ajuntament) (with some curious details and nice) and the Palau de la Generalitat . Here I think the place burst from Barcelona when he wins the club. Breathe football is everywhere. Already in the dept. Milka, and after a refreshing coffee, showed us his collection of poems he had won in a contest. Obviously the pressure would not let us read some of it, shame. Swift and we left for the Barceloneta. the old fishing village, and a boardwalk, space reclaimed from the sea for more beach and have done a nice walk to their citizens (they did everything for the Olympics: Trujillo are in the process of Bolivar and in fact our city is very impaired). The walk along the marina and then the beach was nice. According Milka and Chicho, had been lucky to have come under the sun, and then Barcelona is going to the beach. Although the Mediterranean is a "bowl", many swimmers took their surf boards (very small waves, if you see places like Huanchaco Chicama or the same) and there was even nudists walking "stark naked" by the beach. Barcelona is very open and tolerant in this regard, with its gay and lesbian community, as well as racial and religious tolerance. It is a very rugged coastline and not the sea, as I said, is a pond, a haven of peace. We walked the area looking International Trade Centre (World Trade Center) to end at the monument Columbus, famous lookout beach in Barcelona. I was told that before the Olympics, he landed was a replica of one of the caravels of Columbus, when one reads the chronicles imagine large vessels. Completely away from the truth. That is why it is a pity that the replica is removed, which would have served us as a clear example of what is value (or greed) have crossed the Atlantic in ship insignificant. My respects to those brave.
After this walk, Milka invited us to go up the Ramblas, we begin to see the Palau Güell and nearby the Gran Teatre del Liceu, went to its interesting market (Mercat de la Boqueria) and there calm the thirst with some fruit juices. Europe disappointed by the prices and quality of fruit. There are good oranges or apples, and even grapes. But papaya, cherimoya, mango, pineapple, exotic fruits are exotic and that makes price as well. Then we passed the house of the viceroy (Palau de la Virreina), built by Amat i Juniet (Catalan origin), known to Peruvians by her affair with the "bitch" chola "(Perricholi). Milka, as gossip, Amat told us that sovereign commanded to build the palace to recoup their affairs on Indian lands. The horns were sold off a beautiful building. In our walk we saw details of the ideas of the great architects and designers went wild Barcelona fountains, lanterns, gargoyles, fireplaces, windows, corners, fountains. We made a brief stop at the church of Betlem. But the bill passed us tired and it was time to meet Julia, Milka friend, and Wilbor, who saw more than 20 years. As a meeting we went to the church of Santa Maria del Mar. According Milka, is a construction made by the guild of fishermen who contributed in its construction. It is a beautiful fourteenth-century Gothic building. He tells me that on Christmas Eve before Midnight Mass, a white voice interpret the obtained The Cants of Sybil-la. Bella.
To close the night, the whole group, the 5 ate tapas to burst. They eat skewers, each toothpick with a dam that you choose at will. All spray quality beer. A nice evening. But as it was day work, we all had to go back. Coordinates with Quique to visit together over Barcelona.
Let us hear the birds singing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BP6FSJ8YcE
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