|Early morning pilgrimage|
Thursday morning, the alarm went off at 630am. I was up and out the hotel door by 654. Carrer d'Olzinelles
was empty and silent in the pre-dawn darkness.
When I reached Passeig de Sant Antoni
, my path bent to the right, toward Barcelona-Sants Estació.
As I made my way, a thin stream of solitary pilgrims trickled onto the broad avenue from the lesser side streets. Towing luggage, shouldering backpacks. All silent but for the clacking of our suitcase wheels on the sidewalk. Ahead, the station lights cast out an indifferent beacon, drawing us like moths to the flame.
Time to leave this timeless city. On to whatever is next.
Bye bye, Barcelona.
|Statue in la Plaza Cataluña|
|Arched entrance to the Cathedral in the Gothic Quarter|
|Inside the Cathedral|
|Mass inside the Cathedral|
|Elaborate (ostentatious?) displays of piety|
|Fountain in the Gothic Quarter|
|Roman wall in the Gothic Quarter|
|Beach at Barcelona|
|Estatua de Colóm|
|The natives didn't know what they were signing on for...|
|Feeling happy, but a little lonely, up on Mount Jüic.|
|View of the harbor|
|Turret from the fort on Mount Jüic|
|Turkish food for lunch|
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