Saturdays Away: Day 5: Church on Sunday, Barcelona

Sunday, many shops are closed, and some museums are open for free. On our way to breakfast (Born district, again), we passed the Picasso Museum, and several minutes later finally passed the end of the long line for entry to the Picasso Museum. Glad we did that not on the free day.

Breakfast is a sandwich for Bill and heaven for me.

A picture from our morning stroll.

Closed shops all around.

Doors within doors.

Breakfast soon!

Heaven in a bowl, with bread for dipping.

I am generous enough to share. That, or full.

Fried eggs and potatoes covered in chorizo and grease. So very, very good.

Our last day here will be a lazy one, indeed. (Probably a good idea to rest up before the next few days of trains and new accommodations every day. I have big plans for tomorrow that may fail miserably!)

Today’s wandering takes us back to the Palau de la Musica Catalana, but nothing interesting is playing tonight. We then scout the supposed other location of Origin but find no Origin there. I suspect this was an old location. Glad we didn't wait until we were ready for dinner.

We've encountered a few of these empty shells around the city. They keep the facades of the original buildings while completely gutting and rebuilding the interiors.

We spend the rest of the afternoon ambling from coffee shops to outdoor seating with sangrias. We also manage to find our way back to a plaza we had wandered through previously, where excavation had unearthed part of a roman necropolis. The small museum here is also open for free today (Sunday), so we spend a little time there.

The view from street level into the museum and necropolis.

Aren't you glad they allowed photography?

Several different styles of markers are here.

Ah, sangria time again.

Eventually, we make our way back to Origin 99.9 for another fantastic meal. This time we try the meat and cheese plate, and I get the lamb dish I was tempted by last night. This food is amazing. If you come to Barcelona and don’t eat here, you are a fool.

On our way back to the room, we see that a trio of Spanish guitar players is having a concert at the church right by our hotel later in the evening. I’m ambivalent, but Bill gets a ticket. I eventually come around to the idea, but tickets are sold out for the evening. I join the waitlist, just in case. After the ticket lady calls the first name on the list, a large party arrives with a voucher for 12 tickets, and they announce that the venue is full. I sit on the steps and look pathetic until everyone else leaves, and they decide there is room for me after all. The acoustics are great, making up for not being able to see much. After the show, we take a closer look at the venue together, and Bill gets his CD’s signed.