Barcelona, a photo a day

La Rambla


An artist


6th post in a row about painting, this one being about one of the painters on the Ramblas. You like painting? Check out some of my own works here, where I merge photography and painting. Painting with my camera.

Decisions, decisions…

I’m always having a hard time at the mercat de Sant Josep… Balancing the urge of buying a lot of this gorgeous high quality food… with my economic reality. I never managed, always spending too much.

Oh, you might know this market as Boqueria. For us locals, it is St Joseph’s market. And to photographers, it is known as ‘paradise’. There has been a market here since 1217, 797 years ago.

And, no, this is not HDR, just Lightroom and Nik filters.

Unbearably slow

Can I touch the horsey? Yet another festivity on the Rambla. The Rambla (which has several names, depending on which section of it you are) is one of the 3 main thoroughfares through the old town, together with Paralel and Laietana. It is actually a dried riverbed, recovered along the centuries with dirt and other stuff. Now, it is the promenade, always full of tourist and photographers watching people go by. A narrow passage through the old town, it is as best a very slow going, driving down the mile or so of its length. And well, whenever there is a festivity, the city closes it. But when it’s open, almost every taxi driver in town chooses to pass this way, doesn’t matter where you are going. The perfect tourist trap: it’s nice, it’s slow, and the meter is turning and turning… Even at 4 in the morning, when you have an early plane to catch, just on time for the slow moving street cleaning machines…
But hey, it’s a photographer’s paradise!

The passage of time

El passatge del temps, the passage of time, is a small… well, passage, just next to the wax museum, off the Rambla, in the Barri Gotic.

Golden lady

One of the few remaining living statues on the Ramblas.

Theme day: street lamps

August. New month, new theme day. Guess you need a good light to do this job

Click here to see what other participants to the theme day did.

Getting ready for work…

… on Monday morning on the Rambla. One of the courageous people with this hardest of jobs: living statue.

Gran Teatre del Liceu

┬áThe Liceu, as we call it, the Barcelona opera house. We went there on Sunday, as it was the European Opera Day. Grandiose would an understatement. They liked to build big, in the 1840es. With it’s 2292 seats, it is one of the biggest and oldest opera houses in Europe.

┬áThe ceiling above the main hall…

… and the one in the next room.


Every lady needs to wear drawers, at least sometimes…

A new era for BDP has started. I will, for the foreseeable future, post a photo whenever possible, without feeling pressed to do so every day. So, Barcelona, a photo now and then, let’s be flexible. See you soon!


A very welcome newcomer on the Rambla, the Shalom kosher grill. And oh look, it’s close to Egypt!


Portaferrissa, which means ‘iron gate’, was one of the main entrances to the fortified city of Barcelona in the 13th century. What remains is a 16th century fountain, with this fresco.

Up there…

Click on Skywatch Friday to see more sky photos, and on Weekend in black and white to see more… well, black and white photos.


Some of the balconies here are really… surrealistic. And a bit surreal.


The weekend is black and white!

The waiter is waiting…

…for his last customers to finish their drinks. And so is the lady behind the bar. It’s a hard life.

Noies de calendari

Calendar girls… Did you ever see this delightful british movie, with Helen Mirren and others, based on a true story? Do you self a favor, and watch it (again).
And if your Catalan is up to date, you can see the theatrical version at the Poliorama theater on the Rambla..

The girl on the photo is trying to sell tickets for the other show, a mixture of opera and flamenco. Nice, but not very typical of Barcelona.

Working the Rambla

A good thing this still exist in our western countries…

Do not…

… be afraid of the dark lady!


I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we’re grey and old
‘cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I’m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead


And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall

Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

When I’m feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I’ll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead


And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

[Repeat Chorus]

Robbie Williams

Things you can see on the streets…

… of our fair city of Barcelona.


A very cool international hotel on the Ramblas, I suppose… Enjoy your breakfast!

Happy 4th of July, American friends, and I know you’re many!

Sucs naturals

Heat wave. It is very hot, despite of a small breeze coming from the sea. So, let’s have a drink on the Rambla.

Our irish pub

Having both lived in Ireland, now and then we feel the urge for a nice Sunday roast, complete with roast potatoes, carrots, beans, parsnip, mash, and a nice piece of beef. And some Yorkshire pudding filled with gravy, which is not that Irish. So, this is where we go, Paddy Flaherty’s, probably the best of the many many Irish pubs in town.
And here’s what you get:

And a Guinness to get it down, of course! Or some uisce beatha, whiskey.

Ice cream times

Yes, ice cream times are back, although we have a few rainy days coming up. But it’s finally nice and warm!!!

Our World Tuesday!