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Let’s get lost…

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… in the streets of the Barri Gotic…


El bar rojo

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A 5 years old Jpeg photo, from a non-DSLR, 3 MP camera. The so-called red bar, just behind the city hall. Nothing that a few tweakings can’t save from Jpeg hell, with the help of Saint Lightroom and Saint Photoshop, alleluia!


Portaferrissa

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.


The life of Pi

The small art market on Pi Square, the small and lively place just behind Santa Maria del Pi church.


The Grill Room

One of the better looking restaurants in town.


Salo de Cent

The historic main hall of the city hall, called the Salo de cent, the hall of the hundred (hundred councilors ruling the city in medieval times). 2 of my friends are getting married here this year, in May and November. 


Market day…

…is from Monday to Saturday, in any of the numerous markets in town. The quality is so much better than in any supermarket or mall!


Another balcony…

I love balconies in Barcelona, so full of shapes, colors… Here is one I spotted in the old town.


Big Brother…

…is right behind you! His name is Pablo P.


The Queen Regent

And her hall in the Barcelona City Hall.


Pretty in pink?

Spotted in the old town.


The city hall

Yet another view from the inside of the Barcelona city hall.

Our World Tuesday.

Having far too much to do, and days having only 24 hours, I see myself forced to slow down this blog’ s activities. I might still be able to publish a post a day, will probably prepare them in advance, but this will be it for a while. Please keep visiting, you’ll always be welcome! And I will try to browse your blogs on weekends.


Saló de Cent

This is the main room of our City Hall, called the Saló de Cent, the Hall of the 100. So called after the main government council of Barcelona in ancient times, the council of the 100. The Council was established in the 13th century and lasted until the 18th century.
Its name derives from the number of its members: one hundred (Catalan: cent).
In 1249, James I created the fundamental structure of the municipal government of Barcelona: a board of advice of 4 members, helped by 8 counselors and an assembly of probi homines (leaders), all them members of the mà major (Catalan for senior hand, or the upper class formed by wealthy merchants).
After several modifications, by the year 1265, the municipal organization gained its more permanent structure: the municipal authority rested on 3 counselors elected by a Council of one hundred individuals.
In year 1335, Peter III the Ceremonious permitted the Consell de Cent to use the royal insignia of the four (red) bars.
The importance of the Consell de Cent is supported by many examples. For instance, in year 1464 it proclaimed Peter V of Aragon (known as Peter the Constable of Portugal) as count of Barcelona. Another example is the rejection by the Consell de Cent of Martin the Humane’s foundation on January 10, 1401 of the General Medical School in Barcelona with the same prerogatives as the University of Montpellier, because they felt this encroached on their municipal jurisdiction. This ultimately led to the creation of the University of Barcelona in 1450.
The Consell de Cent was abolished by Philip V of Spain with the Decretos de Nueva Planta upon his occupation of Barcelona after the Siege of Barcelona in 1714.
A main street in the city of Barcelona, the Carrer(street) Consell de Cent (where we used to live), is named after this institution (before 1978 it was known as Calle Consejo de Ciento, in Spanish).

 The first meeting was held in this hall on August 17th, 1373.

And here is an interactive panoramic view of it.


Ratted out!

Yet another fun graffiti found in the old town!


A window to…

The weather is so nice at the moment, that I would love spending my days just looking out of the window and watch the world go by… My employer says: no.

On a darker note… There are some huge forest fires in the north of Catalunya, right on the french border, thousands of hectares of woods and bushes burning. Our thoughts go to the 4 dead and the many injured and evacuated. We start actually smelling the smoke from here, 100 km away, brought by the very strong winds in the area.

Our world on Tuesday, the good and the bad.


Barri Gotic

One of the narrow streets of the old town, the Barri Gotic. Oh do I love getting lost in there…


Welcome to the…

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say…

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
“Please bring me my wine”
He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine”
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say…

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said “We are all just prisoners here, of our own device”
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
“Relax, ” said the night man,
“We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! ”

Well, this one is in Barcelona, and you can leave whenever you want. I suppose. Our World Tuesday!


After the rain

One of many passages in Barcelona’s old town.
Click here to see other participants at James’s Weekend Reflections meme.


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.


Saint Filipo Neri

Probably the nicest square in the Barri Gotic, the plaza San Filipo Neri.

The holes in the walls near the door are bullet holes, remains of the civil war in Spain in the 30es.


Glockenspiel

 Nice glockenspiel spotted from the top of the cathedral.

Santa Eulalia: gold



Santa Eulalia: the cloister and the powder room

A last look at the magnificent 13th century cloister in Barcelona’s Saint Eulalia cathedral, and the garden within…

…and the 13th century urinal (yes, you read it right), which has now a section for the lady in need as well.


Golden Fleece

Back to the cathedral. Some of the sumptuous stalls in the choir, with the emblems of the  Knights of the Order of the Golden Fleece. The order held it’s 19th chapter in the cathedral in 1519. More about this order here.


And happy spring to everybody!!!