Being a tourist is hungry business. After however long we spent oogling at the Sagrada Familia, we eventually succumbed to hunger pangs. We had heard there was a decent local restaurant nearby which we set off to find down a couple of main streets. Indeed we were the only foreigners there and I at least enjoyed some traditional Spanish grub.
By the time we returned from the Sagrada Familia it was getting late though we didn't quite realise it.
We walked down to the shoreline and wandered
- around the commercial centre pausing for coffee and the odd temptation that was irresistible
- down by the marina where the breeze rattles cables against the masts,
- by the buildings at the foot of La Rambla where a statue of Columbus points in the direction of somewhere - presumably the Americas.
At the harbour, we took a boat trip into the bay past strange subutteo-shaped buoys. It didn't take long for night to fall in earnest. As it did we caught the city lit by a wonderful flaming sky.
Back on shore street artists stood statuesque in the evening to amuse the few tourists while we drifted off round the streets in search of somewhere to eat finding an unexpected Belgian restaurant being the only place open. We had just time enough before checking out a local Jazz group performing in a nearby club.
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