Moving on to happier thoughts (see the older post below), this is Barcelona. If you know Gaudi, come to Barcelona. If you love Barcelona, you must love Gaudi. If you hate Gaudi, you'd better stick to Madrid or Pamplona. It's that simple.
Probably nowhere else in the world is a city so associated with a single architect, and vice versa. From the Park Guell at the top of town, to the not-close-to-finished-and-may-never-be Sagrada Familia, to the private houses and smaller monuments, the city is a tribute to this one man, whose work you probably either love or hate. To me, it's a mixture of Art Nouveau, sand-drip castles on the beach, and a scene or two from the Flintstones movie. He makes Frank Lloyd Wright seem downright old-fashioned and tame.
We found it all fascinating, so very different from everything else we've seen in northern Europe. Now, if Barcelona can just work on its pickpocket problem...
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