Rambla-ing in Barcelona

 

We arrived in Barcelona on Wednesday afternoon, and finding our Air BnB apartment was simple, just 100 metres from the Aerobus stop. Carmen, the owner met us, gave us some info and answered our questions and then we were off, three old crones let loose in the city. We had been up since 5am and only had a small bowl of porridge at Bristol airport at 9.30 so as it was now 4pm our tummies were howling! We found café to sit outside, where I had Greek salad and we shared a big jug of Sangria in the sunshine. Now we had arrived. Sated, we headed in the direction that I knew would take us to the Ramblas, criss-crossing through the Raval,

El Raval

an area full of old high-walled buildings, strange cooking smells and a million mobile phone accessory shops, piled high with cheap imports from China. The girls were a bit uneasy, not only do they lack my sense of direction, but some of the characters were a bit suspect and it seemed the Ladies of the Night were starting early. They breathed a sigh of relief when we walked into the light.
La Rambla
The Rambla was bustling with preparations for Sant Jordi, the next day, and flower stalls were everywhere.
Sant Jordi preparations
and then unexpectedly we stumbled on a place I’d hoped to visit but didn’t realise was so close. I’m a real market fan, I must have been a trader in another life, so St Josep, Mercat de La Boqueria was paradise.
St Joseps

Delicious fruit, fresh and dried was piled high, with each stall holder trying to out do the next.

My kind of food

Delicious

More treats

Seafood in abundance,
Seafood
I really don’t know how I managed it, but convinced that we would return, I didn’t spend a penny. I regretted that when I went home empty handed!

Ramblas architecture

Then it was time to enjoy some of the wonderful old buildings in the Rambla.

Rambla people
Often very elegant and ornate.

The next building has a little extra elegance, try clicking to get a bigger view.

Mr Marilyn poses in the Museum of Erotica

Yes, it’s Marilyn Monroe, complete with wind- blown, white frock up on the balcony. ‘She’ was attempting to entice you into what I can only guess is entertaining, the museum of erotica.

We strolled on, eyes open for just the right place for dinner, but  our energy had abandoned us totally. Being too excited to sleep the night before and the early start made the tiredness set in. We were five minutes from home and there was a local supermarket on the corner. Crisps and croissants called, as far as real food was concerned, we’d gone beyond hunger. Even the litre bottle of vodka and cola to mix remained unopened and we went to our rooms. My first impressions of Barcelona were great, it was an exciting city and despite being shattered I didn’t sleep for a  couple of hours. Instead, I made plans for the next day.

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24 thoughts on “Rambla-ing in Barcelona

  1. I loved Barcelona, and know you are going to have such a great time, Gilly. I would hardly call you an “old crone” but I’ll let that pass. 🙂 I imagine it won’t be long before we’ll be seeing some awesome Gaudi architecture pics from you.. 🙂

  2. Love the architecture. Nothing plain here. Excitement, an early morning and little food is apt to take the wind out of your sails. Can’t wait for the next day’s tripping. 😮 😮 ❤

  3. Was there a particular occasion for this jaunt? I love the market photos, especially fruit and veg. I must admit my stall never looked like that in my market gardening days, although everything was picked yesterday. And the building shots are great too. I’ll add Barcelonalona to my trips from Poland.

  4. I’ve been waiting with anticipation to visit Barcelona with you Gilly. Lovely interesting post to wet our appetites, especially all that delicious looking market food.

  5. I knew I shouldn’t look when I saw the title of this post Gilly! You have reminded me of some lovely visits to a wonderful city. Must return soon!

  6. Never been here so I am happy to tag along. A shame you didn’t buy some of that fruit salad for supper – it looks delicious and the best sweetest strawberries I have ever tasted came from Spain.

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