More Barcelona sketches.
Walking the narrow alleyways of Barri Gotic is like something out of a dream. Little boutique stores with colorful clothes and accessories juxtaposed against the medieval stone walls and cobbled streets. Barcelona does that so well: the old with the new.
A view of the Carrer del Bisbe Irurita, an ornate neo gothic bridge. I stood here and sketched, first to the sounds of a sitar player in a nearby alley. If that wasn’t a strange enough combination, the sitar was soon drowned by the sound of a boombox playing Gangnam Style.
More architecture, this time with a Moorish twist. The Arc de Triomf. What sets this apart from it’s Parisian cousin is the lovely little flourishes that are a nod to Moorish architecture.
What was sorely missing from my visit was Barcelona’s amazing Modernisme movement… I just plain ran out of time. So here’s one parting sketch of Gaudi’s La Padrera, sketch from the street outside.
I guess that means I am going to have to go back. Soon.