The title of this blog post is not a reference to the Whit Stillman films that Emily can’t stand.
We started off the day with a house call from a doctor, who diagnosed Russell’s ear inflamation and was able to give him some prescriptions that we hope will clear his head. After that, we headed to the market hall near us (Mercat de Sant Josep de la Boqueria) where we picked up some sandwiches and provisions. It was very busy, packed with tourists seeking lunch and selfies (well, so were we), so we didn’t linger long. We took the funicular up Montjuïc – our kids know we can never resist a funicular, and yes, that does translate to Jew Hill. We wandered around the Fundació Joan Miró which was interesting, although much of the collection was out of view while they were preparing for a major new exhibit.
It is hard to convey just how small the apartment is. There is one apartment per floor, and the elevators open right into the room. We were puzzled even where to put our luggage until Emily figured out that we can stuff our suitcases under the bed if we just lift the bed slightly. The location was delightful.
In the evening we walked down to the water at Barceloneta. There were still ongoing celebrations for La Mercè festival.
Finally, we had a lovely dinner with old friends Peter and Amanda (Ilene had figured out we’d be in Barcelona at the same time) at Petit Comitè, a modern Catalan restaurant.
(Russell apologizes for the poor quality of the one photo we have of the four of us.)
We adored Barcelona, and were able to enjoy the city while taking time to rest and recover.
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