As it happens, a combination of May 1 closures (including the Picasso gallery) and my sore feet meant that I didn’t do much today, dodging the rain in the morning and the sun in the afternoon. If this is how hot it can get in Spain in May, I’m glad I’ll be gone by June.
First thing was the Sagrada Familia. Which is amazing though not always in a good way. Parts of it are simply breathtaking, other parts you just think someone should have taken Gaudi to one side and said “no-one’s disputing your genius, mate, but you really should think this bit over again.” Actually, I’m not sure how much of it is Gaudi’s design, and how much subsequent architects, but for shorthand I’ll act as if it’s all his.
After the Sagrada Familia, downscale in size and intensity, wandering around the old city. As I’m beginning to find in more and more cities (Venice and Stockholm being other examples) I’m getting a lot more just out of “ordinary” buildings than the spectacular ones, as the ambience built up is much more satisfying. But it doesn’t lend itself so well to commentary.
Then to the Museum of Contemporary Art, small, quite charming but without a single painting that is really notable.
Favourite? I think Richard Hamilton’s Instant Painting
Clear winner of the heavy-handed symbolism award, Joan Rabascall’s Atomic Kiss