My favorite building, Casa Batlló (Pronounced baht-LEE-oh. Sort of.) is located just down the street from La Pedrera on the Passeig de Grácia. And now I will shut up and let the pictures do the talking.
|Terrace fencepost||Rear wall of terrace|
|Fourth floor hallway||Interior stairwell, inner courtyard view|
|They'll never find me here||Roof|
|Roof view from central platform||Detail of the front cross|
We paid our final visit, with about an hour of daylight left, to La Sagrada Familia. This behemoth church would likely have been Gaudí's seminal work, had he not been run over by a tram. (Oh, the tasteless jokes one could make about his status as "God's Architect.") He built much of the Nativity Façade, shown in the first image below, with his own hands as he slowly ran out of funding when the project consumed far more money and time than its investors expected. A different architect designed the incomplete Passion Façade on the other side. He didn't attempt to recreate Gaudí's vision for the church. Most of the original plans were destroyed when anarchists trashed his workshop in 1936. I find the Passion Façade less appealing.
|La Sagrada Familia from across the street||Detail of the Nativity Façade|
Although an elevator to the 60 m mark inside one of the towers of the Nativity Façade is available, we opted to climb the narrow, winding, badly lit stairs instead. On the way down we couldn't even see the steps in the upper portion of the tower because there is no lighting other than what sun the openings allow in. I'm terrified of heights so the experience drained me, but the views afforded by the tiny platforms punctuating the staircase made it worthwhile.
We descended slowly to find that the museum was closing in half an hour. We hurried through it, admiring the drawings and models on display.
We had grand plans for the following morning. We were going to get up at 7, go to the market and pick up fresh fruit, veg and chocolates for the evening's dinner and grab a few souvenirs for other people. Instead, we slept until 9:30 and very nearly missed our flight. We didn't panic, though. You could speculate that we were too relaxed from the holiday to be worried, but I wouldn't discount the celebratory birthday cava (champagne) either.