Forget about the first part of pictures I showed you, you can find this kind of stuff anywhere, as far as the perspective is concerned. I’m quite aware of that.
Now I need to open a small window, allowing you to have a look at the innermost part of Barcelona I’ve met, as a special gift from a person who considers himself an eternal captive of the charm the city emits. Far from the starlight of its fancy attractions, the internationally recognized people that have created and maintain its glamor in numerous artistic or non-artistic fields, the endless golden sand beaches that embrace the Mediterranean, all of which constitute the main list of inducements for large groups of tourists.
Part II is for my own Barcelona, the one I preserve in mind as a jewel. Please, have a seat and let me show you around!
Pastís bar in Raval, just a few steps from Columbus Monument, is a magic, ethereal place where past is more alive than present! Let yourself loose for Edith Piaf to take your hand and dance while she sings out loud “Non, rien de rien. . .” while you are having a pastís on the other.
You can meet this friendly, groovy lobster at the Passeig de Colom in Port Vell. Acting like a genuine host, he greets and welcomes all tourists passing by him.
OK, there is someone living at the 2nd/3rd/4th floor who desperately wants to see Catalonia independent, plus he/she is a socialist. Makes the neighbor’s blue estelada at 1st floor seem like a baby whisper!
Paper dancing outside a Metro ventilation gate. Street art attack!
A whole new world of flavor, marijuana taste! Ice cream will never be the same innocent sweet that kids love so much again. . .
Torn WC tube at a bar, someone saw a mouth in it, drew the rest of the face. . . Pff, people, egocentric beings!
Catalans are blamed for being sectionalists when it comes to their struggle to gain the right of self-determination from mother Spain. Nevertheless, this does not affect their welcoming behavior towards strangers (check this stair smiley at Metro!). Barcelona in particular is globally known for its openness towards ethnicities, cultures, religions and sexual orientation.
Wise yet spooky old tree at El Bosc de les Fades bar. . . Shhh, wait. . . Do you hear the evil laugh?
This covered in graffitis truck in Raval features the 1+1 eyed Batman for the first time ever, so take good notice in case the idea comes up in a comic anytime soon!
Zombie Barça player graffiti dribbling Luigi somewhere in Gràcia. Detail at the bottom left: it says “El arte se enseña en silencio”, which means “The art is taught in silence”.
Soul parade through the mirror, old incidents revisited, old memories revived. Or mere WC decoration at a bar in Gràcia.
Naked before your eyes, the image of what used to be. Past and present merge into one flesh.
A-bit-of-everything street mosaic somewhere around Raval. I don’t think Gaudí would approve!
I personally find this one trully inspiring. A powerful meaning of what man is capable of creating. On one hand the harmony of architecture that imitates the balance of nature and on the other the ruthless progress of technology being employed to bring this building to life.
Right across Sagrada Família temple, there is a rooftop party going on! Lucky classmate who lives in this apartment block.
29/3/2012: Dumpster embers scattered across the street after general strike.
Tree of Mirrors/ Mirror of Trees. Tell me, what do you see when you look at it? Back side of a stylish dark bar in Gràcia.
Time reflected on the sidewalk, the relativity of perception.
Window looking inwards, tiny space to breathe, walls on the verge of crushing.
Heart of an elephant flying over the waves like a fish, two balloons his only equipment. Detail: the mirroring on the middle window, when the left one shows an image of the inside.
Mermaid sliding through the streets of Barceloneta, striving to be true to herself. . . Who knows what tomorrow brings?
I bet this building just across Park Güell was asking for something and no one was paying attention, except for taking pictures. . . The result is obvious!