The El Born area of Barcelona is home to the Centre de Cultura i Memoria. The building was created on a site that was previously a fruit and vegetable market, opened in 1876 and the first cast iron market in the city. Sadly the market closed in 1971 and was unused for many years. Fast forward to 1994 and an archaeological excavation began, revealing traces of streets and houses from before 1714, when the city was sieged at the end of the war of Spanish Succession. The city surrendered to Philip V’s troops on September 11th that year, a date that is now Catalunya’s national day.
Some of the ancient streets that have been uncovered are on display in the cultural centre.
It was fascinating to see the roads and foundations of houses, imagining the lives of those who lived, worked and traded there.
This post is for Paula’s traces of the past, in colour this month.
A haveli is a townhouse or mansion, a traditional style found in India, Pakistan and Nepal. Build with an inner courtyard space, rather like the riads found in Morocco, but with a more attractive exterior. There are very many in Rajasthan, particularly the Shekhawati area. It’s possible to stay in a haveli, some have been converted in hotels and guest houses. Like a riad, they would be a calm haven shut away from the bustle of the towns.
This one wasn’t a hotel unfortunately, but it was possible to look around and they also sold antiques, some very expensive and some accessibly priced.
Homes like this aren’t created in a hurry, they have to develop their ambience over time, don’t you think?
It’s the last day for Paula’s black and white challenge of ‘Passage’, tomorrow there will be a new theme.
This was originally a very colourful image, bright yellow, orange and majorelle blue, but I didn’t notice the shadows until I monochromed it.
Thanks Paula, for making me think more about black and white photos!
I need some new crochet now!
I’ve always loved this out of focus photo of Dartmoor ponies and I’ve posted it here before in black and white, but that was years ago.
When I went hunting for it for Paula’s Thursday challenge, I found two more taken a few days earlier, it was a good year for ponies at Scorhill.
All I remember about those days was wind and my cagoule blowing around, it’s rather exposed up there and I used a long exposure!
I’m tired tonight, too tired to even write a five minute haiku. So, I decided to look back at things I’ve posted before and choose a poem for this week.
I’ve spent ages looking and there’s still more. I’m totally amazed at how much poetry I’ve written, even if lots of it is of little consequence.
So with apologies in case you remember this from four years ago, and for the lack of image.
Waves of Foam
Foaming ocean laps the Jurassic shore
where molten lava once seared and pitted
into burnished pockets of chalk
that glow pale in the shallows
where volcanic flame no longer scorches
earth but in its place frozen fluid
turned to stone in the countless millennia
before mankind’s dawn
then lapis and bronze lay down its mineral
to adorn sweet womankind’s questing hands
and feet that step through warm golden sand
above the azure sky reflects light
from the firmament holding the source
of celestial waters in balance
Normal service will be resumed next Thursday with a haiku!
Two tonnes of sand being delivered, where there’s no space for two tonnes of sand. Oh well it’ll be worth it in the end!