Our friends at Fastnet actually recommended another brunch spot named Milk that is located just two blocks behind our apartment.
Milk does not take reservations for brunch, so we marched out Sunday a little after 10 a.m. to encounter a small crowd of people standing in the street waiting to get in. When I inquired about a table, the very friendly hostess/waitress put us down as the fifth two-top on the list, a wait of about 20 minutes.
We were actually seated a few minutes early at the bar, where we customarily enjoy sitting and watching the work of the kitchen and the bar. Everyone in Milk speaks near-perfect English (as does everyone at all the Sensi retauarants), so we had no language barrier in ordering their Bloody Mary.
The bartender sprang into action. This promised to be much more than tomato juice with vodka. He asked if we liked them spicy, and we replied affirmatively. However, we asked him to spice it with Lea & Perrins (simply called Perrins in Spain–Lea must have lost his spot) rather than just Tabasco, which is ubiquitous in Europe.
He went well beyond. He added a lot of Perrins, some Tabasco, squirted a load of lemon juice and spooned out from a separate jar a dollop of some yellowish sauce that I could not recognize. Then he pulled up the jar of horseradish, and we knew we were in for something special. For a finishing touch, he drew a topper of beer from the tap. He even garnished with two olives, a slice of lime and–wonder of wonders–a stalk of celery.
The result was the best Bloody Mary was have enjoyed in Europe. And as our faithful readers know, we take Bloody Marys to the level of obsession. This is one to obsess over, and all for 6.75.
Milk couples great drinks with an excellent brunch. Lynn’s Eggs Benedict were perfectly poached and the egg yokes flowed out a deep orange. The accompanying potatoes were some of the best, resembling Lyonnaise with a touch of Spanish bravas. My omelette with black sausage and gruyere cheese over wheat toast (that too was a first) was equally savory.
The line of people waiting for tables as we left an hour later was even longer than it had been when we first arrived. Our bartender explained that this happens every day.
We will arrive at 10 a.m. next Sunday, our last full day in Barcelona and this trip, and wait patiently for our last but best Bloody Mary in Europe.
After three days of intense Gaudi gazing, we planned Saturday for a relaxing walk over to Barcelona’s City Park and the fashionable Born area. That modest goal turned into a miles-long walk around Barcelona.
But first, we had errands, shopping at the Santa Caterina Mercat for meat, vegetables, cheese, paté, followed by a stop at the supermercat for paper products. Once again, we managed to misidentify paper towels for toilet paper, so we wound up with too much of the former and a looming shortage of the latter.
Market day accomplished, we ventured out toward Barcelona’s City Park just a few blocks in the opposite direction from where we usually go.
City Park here is pleasantly green, with large, wide walks that resemble the Tuilleries in Paris. The park was originally the site of the 1888 Barcelona World’s Fair. On the seaside end of the park is the Barcelona Zoo, and on the far end downtown is the Arc de Triomf, which was built as the main entrance to the World’s Fair site. It had to have some sort of purpose, because poor Barcelona did not have many triumphs to celebrate and build monuments to over the last five centuries.
Between the zoo and the Arc at the northern end of the main park is Barcelona’s museum of natural history, also known as the Castle of the Three Dragons. It too was built for the 1888 World’s Fair as a cafe-restaurant but was late opening. Over the last 130 years or so, it has served as a museum of zoology, natural history, archeology and biology. It is considered characteristic of Barcelona’s modernisme architectural movement of the late 19th century, and today serves as the Museum of Natural History.
We kept walking past the Arc de Triomf and turned left on Calle de Trfalagar, where incidentally, we started out stay in Barcelona, because that is where Friendly Apartments has their headquarters. We visited with Friendly for a few minutes to complain about the dog barking next door and procure a new map to replace the thoroughly ripped one I have carried in my pocket the last two weeks. We really don’t need the map anymore, but it has a good subway schematic that is quicker to refer to than the one on my phone.
From Friendly, we kept walking until we reach Via Laeitana again and started our way back toward the port. By now we were on the hunt for a lunch spot and found little Taperia Princesa, where we enjoyed a few tapas. For some reason, we didn’t pay attention to what we were ordering, and we wound up with all meat dishes, including their “bomba,” which is a meatball surrounded by mashed potatoes, then fried. “Bomba” in Catalan means exactly what it says–a bomb. And it was.
By now it was mid-afternoon, and we were getting fairly leg weary. We realized we had walked a few miles in a large circle around Born, Laietana, Barri Gotic and Port Vell, the waterfront. To reward ourselves, we stopped for a glass of wine at Fastnet, and on the way back to our apartment we inquired about the sign that offered the rental of a Porsche starting at 88 euros.
That would be for 20 minutes. An hour and a half would be 349 euros, and a full eight-hour day would run into the very high hundreds, depending on which car we chose. And that includes an instructor in the passenger seat to make sure you don’t scratch the metal. We said we would think about it.
I remembered that our boat needs a wax job, which would cost about the same.
This one just pulled into the harbor and moored right in front of Phoenix 2.
Mayan Queen is slightly longer than Phoenix 2 at 93 meters (306 feet). She is owned by Alberto Bailleries, reportedly the third richest person in Mexico with an estimated net worth of $10.9 billion. He owns the second largest mining company in Mexico, a large insurance company and a chunk of the largest Coca Cola bottler in Mexico.
The boat was built in 2008 by Blohn + Voss, the same company that built the Queen Mary 2.
Just a guess, but I think that Barcelona may be the last stop in the Mediterranean for maxi yachts to stock up on fuel and stores before heading down to the Caribbean for the winter.
Mayan Queen’s bulb is awash just forward of the bow, indicating she is riding pretty high on her lines. And a large service truck is parked alongside the quay. Meanwhile, the crews of both boats seem fairly busy in their chores, perhaps getting ready for the delivery to the islands.
For three days, we gorged ourselves on Barcelona’s favorite son and breathtakingly brilliant architect, Antoni Gaudi.
In successive days, we visited Casa Batlo and Casa Mila, private homes two blocks apart, Colonia Guell crypt outside town and finally Sagrada Familia.
None of these attractions is a bargain. The two house museums are pretty dearly priced tickets, each about 20 for adults, and the Sagrada Familia was 51 euros for the two of us, even after my senior discount. But they all include excellent audio guides for the price, and we paid a bit more to access the tower views in Sagrada Familia. (Don’t ask Lynn about the descent down some 400 steps from the Passion Tower.)
Believe me, they are all well worth what you pay.
Sinewy, sensuous, stunning, dripping, melting, colorful, impressionistic, naturalistic, eclectic, inventive, innovative, skeletal, audacious, breathtaking, astonishing–and just describes the exteriors.
Gaudi was such a genius perfectionist that he designed his own furniture and fixtures right down to the door knobs and drawer pulls so they would naturally fit the hand. He created architectural modeling techniques a century ago that only recently have been made commonplace by computers and 3-D printers.
He understood that generational works like Sagrada Familia extend beyond a single lifetime. His workshop under Sagrada Familia is still active, with artisans working behind glass walls while we visitors gawk in. The basilica is still under construction based on his designs from 90 years ago. It is expected to be completed in 2026, a century after Gaudi’s tragic death from being run over by a tram car.
Casa Batlo actually was a renovation of a building that Gaudi had originally designed himself some 30 years before, very early in his career. Both Casa Batlo and Casa Mila were private homes for their owners with several apartments added to offset the cost of ownership. And we think we do well with a double in New Orleans.
Incredibly, people still live in private apartments in both buildings. Wonder what those rents must be.
The crypt at Colonia Guell would have been a mini-Sagrada Familia if it had ever been completed. For reasons which are never made clear in the various accounts both on site as well as in literature, the project was abandoned before it could be completed, and only the ground level was built. But the models of what would have been the upper level of the church are on display in at least three different museums we have visited.
Colonia Guell crypt would had been fantastic if completed. As it stands today, it is merely another Gaudi marvel of ethereal light and diverse materials. Gaudi even designed the pews to fit local posteriors.
The trip out to Colonia Guell is a very pleasant six euro round trip regional train ride from Placa Espana. Other than the church itself, we found the community only mildly interesting as a company town built at the end of the 19th century. There is an informative historical exhibit in the tourist information center, and the town is extremely helpful for tourists to find the center. You just have to follow the blue footsteps painted in the sidewalk from the train station to the information center.
And we did find a wonderful little place to have lunch. Overall, our trip was a very pleasant excursion that took up the better part of a day.
Then there is Sagrada Familia. This was the second time we toured there. I can promise it’s even better the second time, and I can promise there will be a third time if we ever get back to Barcelona. And a fourth. There is so much there, and more will be added over the next ten years until its expected completion in 2026. We plan to be there for the dedication of the finished building. If that ever happens.
Hint #1–don’t bother paying extra for a guided tour of Sagrada Familia. Buy your ticket online that includes the audio guide, and you can walk right through the gate at your appointed time. The advantage is you get to spend as much time as you want in the church, plus you can tour the fascinating museum underneath, all at your own pace.
Hint #2–go in the late morning, and you will hear the Angelus and Ave Maria sung in the cathedral at noon. What a bonus; hearing it would convert an atheist.
Hint # 3–see hint #1 for the two Gaudi houses. Both sell tickets online (although when we went over in the middle of the week, there was no line at all to buy tickets at either), and both have excellent audio-visual guides to take you through the buildings. The AV guide at Casa Bitlo is particularly excellent, incorporating virtual reality in the visual portion of the tour.
Girona is another one of those Roman/Visigoth/Catalan/Spanish/French towns in this area with a history that spans the better part of two mellennia. It is a quick half-hour ride on the high-speed train that eventually arrives in Paris five hours out of Barcelona Sants. For us, it’s a half-hour ride, about the same distance as traveling to Slidell from New Orleans.
Girona is the equivalent to Barcelona that Chartres is to Paris, a cathedral town in the far suburbs, about 20 miles out of the main city. But Girona has two historic cathedrals, not just one. And they are practically next door to each other.
To our surprise, there was no tourist information office in the train station; in fact, there was no information at all in the train station. We walked outside to the square looking for some direction to the tourism office and finally found a street sign. The office was several blocks and across the river. Once there, the very friendly attendants gave us a map and directions on the major attractions of Girona.
Because we visited on a Monday, the art museum was closed, and the Jewish Museum closed early at 2 p.m. They sell a combined ticket for the Cathedral, the Basilica and the art museum, so we could only get two thirds of our value. And by the time we finished touring the two churches, the Jewish Museum was closed, but that’s not why we came to visit.
Both the churches offer excellent audio guides, and both were very interesting. Of the two, we actually preferred the Basilica, which is smaller but features eight sarcofagi in the walls that all date back to the fifth century A.D.
After touring both the churches, we went back toward town to have some lunch before heading to the train station. We found a local bar/restaurant that offered a full size sandwich for three euros. Lynn ordered the grilled ham and cheese (same price) that was prepared on toasted white bread. Funny thing about these parts–as good as their local bread is, we have seen lots of plain sliced white bread served in several restaurants. What gives?
At last. We rose Sunday morning, excited to make the walk down to Barceloneta and the Fastnet, the Irish bar we discovered that actually knows how to make a Bloody Mary. They opened at 10:30 a.m., but we were a bit delayed and did not arrive until 10:45. Our bartendress remembered us and noted we were late. I blamed Lynn’s hair.
Her Bloody Marys were quite good by European standards. No one over here uses a Bloody Mary mix of any brand; they just open a bottle of tomato juice and add some spices. The result can be good (ours were), but they lack the horseradish, celery and garlic flavor of a mix, even though we encouraged her to go heavy on the Lea & Perrins.
Breakfast at the Fastnet was fine, although not outstanding or elaborate. Their bacon is really thinly sliced ham steaks. And the toast is white bread. Very British of them.
Fortified by a proper Sunday brunch, we walked back to the Metro for a funicular ride up MontJuic and a visit to the Castel. The funicular is part of the Metro line, so does not cost anything to ride. Once at the mountain station, you have to pay separately for the cable car ride to the top of the mountain and the Castel MontJuic. Then when you reach the summit, you pay again for a ticket into the castle itself. The castle ticket is only five euros, three for us seniors. the tram ride is quite a bit more–12 euros per person roundtrip and no senior citizen discount.
Castel MontJuic is actually not really a castle in the conventional sense that royalty or nobility called it home. The castle was built as a fort back in the Roman era and enlarged several times after that by various rulers of the region for defense against invaders. Like so many of its type in the Caribbean islands, the castle never succeeded in its primary purpose and was conquered over and over again, most recently in 1938 by Franco’s troops. Poor Catalan, a small kingdom, squeezed between the two huge Continental superpowers of France and Spain, never had a chance.
Sadly, Castel MontJuic then became a prison and the site of hundreds of executions under the Franco regime. The most notable casualty was Luis Companys, the last democratically elected president of Catalonia. When Franco conquered Catalonia, Companys fled to France but was betrayed by the Vichy government, given over to the Nazis, who then sent him back to Spain and Franco’s justice. Companys was tried in secret and executed in Castel MontJuic the day after the verdict. France and Germany have since apologized for their treachery in the case of Companys. The Spanish government has not.
Although we had read a critical review of the castle that there was little English explanation around, we found English translations on virtually every sign around the area, which are all printed in four languages–English, French, Spanish and Catalan. There is a significant difference between the last two languages.
Our plan was to take the cable car back to the funicular stop and walk down MontJuic to Placça Espana where the fountain puts on an elaborate light show every Friday and Saturday night. The walk would take us past the 1992 Olympic complex, which is not only well preserved after a quarter of a century but is still in active use.
Not to be. We started down the wrong path and wound up in a nondescript, though obviously high end, neighborhood of large homes overlooking the city, all secured behind walls and gates. By the time we reached a Metro stop, thirst was calling.
To avoid the noise and traffic along Passeig de Colom, we walked back from La Rambla via Ample, the street in the Bari Gotic that runs a block behind our apartment. Ample is lined with restaurants (one of which is Sensi Tapas), clothing stores, the Marijuana & Hemp Museum and Penny Banger, another Irish bar.
We knew we would like Penny Bagger as soon as we walked into the place. Two well dressed gentlemen were facing each other over a backgammon game, comfortable leather couches lined the small narrow room, and the delightful Irish bartendress accommodated us with cold Amstel beers (not Amstel Light, but the real thing).
Yes, they do make a Bloody Mary, she said, and yes, they are pretty proud of it. At 6.50, it will be a bargain, and we put Penny Banger at the top of the list for next Sunday. Bernie’s may have to wait.
Despite the weather forecast of showers all day, Saturday was warm and mostly dry. Our mission was to visit the Barcelona Cathederal and the Gaudi Museum next door, operated by the Diocese of Barcelona. And to have a hamburger at Bernie’s Diner on the other side of Via Laietana. In short order, we accomplished all three by early afternoon.
We did not remember the Gaudi Museum the last time we visited Barcelona. It certainly looks and feels brand new, with latest smart phone audio guides and interactive touch screen displays throughout. The building itself is quite old, with Roman ruins on display through the floors and walls. So you get sort of an extra dose of history for your admission ticket.
The Gaudi exhibition is organized along the lines of his life and his work, tracing his heritage as the fourth-generation descendant of coppersmiths and his early fascination with the shapes of nature. All the rooms are relatively small but they are densely packed with artifacts, documents and models that tell the tale of Gaudi’s development as an architect. Invoices for Gaudi’s labors are on display in most rooms, adding to the real world feel of the museum.
Although the Sagrada Familia cathedral is given its due at the end of the tour, the most fascinating section discusses the design and development of the Colonia Güell church, which was never completed. Only the crypt was finished, before the fortunes of Gaudi’s patron and founder of the community, Mr. Güell, declined. Gaudi’s plans for the church were destroyed during the Spanish Civil War, but scientists from the University of Innsbrook have recently been able to organize the fragmentary evidence and actually construct a model of what Gaudi intended.
The exhibit also includes Gaudi’s innovative method of modeling, in which he used strings hung with weights to show the parabolic curves he planned in the building. The models were therefore created upside down, and Gaudi would simply stiffen them and turn them right side up to make this plans.
Overall, the museum is a fascinating, educational experience that should be on your list if you have any interest in Gaudi’s architecture. In fact, I would recommend going through the museum before touring any of Gaudi’s main works, as the museum helps explain his views and techniques that form the works themselves.
The Barcelona Cathedral is next door, and we joined the steady stream of visitors walking through the front door. Lynn said we had seen the cathedral before, but I didn’t remember it. As European cathedrals go, Barcelona’s is just fine, a grand Gothic work mostly built in the 14th century. The cathedral is built over the site of earlier churches that date back to the fourth century A.D. and the Visigoths. Interestingly, the current Gothic facade was not added until the 19th century, and the soaring Gothic towers were not built until the early 20th century.
The side altars are beautiful and of interest (as they are in most cathedrals), because so many historic figures are interred in the sides. Behind the main church, the cloister serves as the historic home of 13 geese. That number reportedly is in honor of St. Eulalia, for whom the cathedral is named and who is a co-patron saint of Barcelona. She was 13 years old when she was martyred, and her body is entombed in the crypt.
Our religious and architectural curiosity could no longer hold off our hunger for a hamburger at Bernie’s Diner, a thoroughly mid-century American eatery. Bernie’s also serves a Bloody Mary for 5 euros, which we will taste later in our stay here. But now it was time for burgers. And Bernie’s serves them up big, European style.
One hint about European hamburgers–they will cook the meat exactly as you order it. So medium well (Lynn’s) was pink on the inside and medium (mine) was near bloody in the center. All of which makes for a most juicy burger. And a big one at that. A 200 gram burger is nearly a half pound of meat.
After packing away a huge lunch like that, washed down with cold draft (we could have ordered Budweiser!), we were ready to head back for a Saturday stroll through the old town that spreads behind our apartment.
I was ready to explore some more, but Lynn preferred to spend her Saturday afternoon resting and reading. While she did that, I took a walk around the harbor and shopping mall complex we view right in front of our building. There at a transient slip was just about the largest private vessel I had ever seen up close and personal.
At 90 meters (297 feet), the Phoenix2 was built for the Polish billionaire Jan Kulczyk, who paid $160 million for her in 2010 then died in 2015 of complications from minor surgery. He started as the first Volkswagen dealer in Poland and ultimately became the richest man in Poland, worth an estimated $4 billion when he died. His boat makes the other mega-yachts in the marina look like dinghies.
One of the great benefits of staying in one place for an extended time is that you are not compelled to rush around seeing all the major attractions, especially if this is not your first visit. Since this is our third time in Barcelona and we have been here nearly a week, we began to live up to that standard.
On Friday, our first need was to visit the market up the street, Mercat Santa Cristina. Lynn wanted some chicken and vegetables to prepare dinner Saturday night. When you stay in the same place for an extended period of time and live in an apartment, you get to enjoy home cooking too.
Santa Cristina is an old market with a new roof. Originally constructed in 1848, the colorful, undulating tiled roof was added when it was renovated in 2005.
Inside, the market stalls sell whatever you need to eat, including one devoted to horsemeat. And there in one of the seafood stalls, we saw a most welcome and familiar offering–boiled crawfish. Sure enough. There must be some coonasses in Spain?
Lynn, though, just wanted some chicken thighs, which are not sold separately in European markets. She settled for three fat leg quarters, cheerily hacked apart by the butcheress staffing the stall. I have to say I take a true visceral delight in watching European butchers whack away at meat.
After depositing our vittles back home, we took the Metro to visit our old neighborhood Eixample (pronounced in Catalan as “Eshomplay”), where we had stayed in June 2015. We were curious to see the newly restored Sant Antoni Market. It was projected to be open in July 2015, and we were eager to see it in all its restored glory. Unfortunately, the project must be run by the New Orleans Department of Public Works, because Sant Antoni is very definitely not finished. The sign now says October 2017.
The roof has been replaced, and the exterior walls seem to be freshly painted. But the stalls for food and merchandise vendors are still located outside, lining the streets extending from the market building. Sant Antoni is most definitely not ready for prime time.
But we did locate Bohemic, our favorite restaurant from last year, and we made plans to go back. And we noted how much different our old ‘hood in Eixample is from our current location along Passeig de Colom. There are virtually no tourists in Eixample; it is just a local Barcelona neighborhood, about the equivalent of Uptown New Orleans. Residents sit at tiny tables having coffee outside the cervecerias, and the grocery next door to our former apartment building has now built in a sushi bar at the entrance and moved the fresh produce toward the back a bit.
We walked around window shopping, then jumped on the Metro, rode back to our more bustling neighborhood and decided to explore the old quarter a bit more than we have before. The Bari Gotic is truly a wonderful place with narrow streets winding through and around a pie-shaped area generally bound by La Rambla on the left and Via Laeitana on the right. Along the narrow streets and alleys, clothing and souvenir shops by the hundreds squeeze between large and small restaurants in nearly the same quantity.
We found a little spot named La Galeria on Caller Regomir for lunch. It offered a tapas de dia consisting of a plate of tiny empenadas and a glass of wine for 2.90. Who can refuse that?
I ordered the tapas de dia, and Lynn ordered the goat cheese salad, which was served with an entire four-inch round of warm chevré on top of the greens. Just to make sure I didn’t go hungry, I also ordered a plate of calamari. They came out thickly battered, but at least I could taste calamari and not just thick batter. I think I have finally learned my lesson after unanimously disappointing calamari dishes here in Spain: leave fried squid to Italians and Portuguese.
Including our two glasses of wine, the bill came to 17.70 plus a tip for the very pleasant waitress. Something else I am learning about Barcelona–lunch is going to cost about 10 euros a person, more or less, no matter where we eat. So make it good.
We wandered our way home through the tourist-packed streets for a quick nap and cocktails before heading out to Sensi Bistro, the third of the Sensi restaurants, all of which are located within a few blocks of our apartment. Gourmet Sensi had been a five-star blow-out for us a couple of nights ago, and we had thoroughly enjoyed the original Sensi at least twice before. So we carried high expectations to the French-style Sensi Bistro.
Sadly, Sensi Bistro did not live up to our lofty expectations. Four stars definitely but not five. The decor is very French, music very American, and the wait staff is as usual most friendly, sensitively attentive and very fluent in American English. Of the five tapas we ordered, one was mind-blowing (truffle oil will do that); two were excellent but the last two were judged a bit disappointing. The duck timbale had more timbale than duck, and the flank steak was over-salted to one diner’s opinion. The other diner in our group thought it wonderful.
We will go back a other time to see if we can give it a fifth star in our book.
We had been told not to miss Montserrat, and now we know why. It is more than a church and monastery perched up in the mountains; it is an entire village perched up in the mountains. The complex includes the school for choir boys (many but not all live up here); the monastery itself, which is not open to the public; the library, which the monks rebuilt to more than 300,000 volumes after its destruction by Napoleon’s troops in 1814; the basilica, which contains the famous Black Madonna; a museum of art and artifacts; a separate audio-visual experience explaining the history of the place; two funicular rides, one up, opne down to the caves; one tram car and of course the obligatory shop and cafeteria.
Our tour left Placa Catalonia before sunrise, and our most attractive tour guide explained that we would arrive before the large groups so we could enjoy a more private experience. The ride up to Montserrat takes about an hour on the freeway, thankfully against the rush hour inbound traffic, which stretches on for miles after miles. For a city of only 1.5 million, Barcelona is the center of commerce second only to Madrid in Spain. You can’t appreciate that until you see the traffic pouring into the city on a workday morning.
Alekxina our guide was right about avoiding the crowds–ours was the first bus in the parking lot. The entire valley below was blanketed with thick clouds that she said would burn off by mid-morning.
The guided portion of our Montserrat tour was limited to a walking history of Montserrat and the basilica, leading to stairs up close and personal with the Black Madonna. By the way, the Madonna was originally white. Scientists have determined that a coating of either metal or wax gradually turned the face and hands of both Mary and the infant Jesus a deep brown, which reportedly has now been stabilized.
The sanctuary of the Virgin Mary dates back to 888, and the monastery itself was founded in 1025. The monks built a massive library and their own publishing house, so that over the centuries, Montserrat became known as a center of culture.
Events for the next near-millennium went along just fine more or less. However, the 19th century was not so kind, as Napoleon’s troops sacked the place and burned all the books in the library in 1814. By the end of the 19th century, the monks were able to reclaim Montserrat, but it was threatened with destruction again during the Spanish Civil War and was abandoned. The monks took it back again, and after World War II began to restore and revive Montserrat as a religious destination.
Interestingly, Montserrat is also the center of a major national park operated by the Catalonian government. Hiking trails and camp sites dot the terrain, and we could see cars parked obviously overnight as our bus approached the entrance to the monastery.
The guided part of the tour went only through the basilica and the Black Madonna, and we were left with about two hours on our own to explore until meeting back for a liqueur tasting in the shop. Determined to maximize our time, Lynn and I bolted for the first ride up the funicular San Joan.
The first ride was crowded, and we barely made it on the train. Lynn, who does not do well with heights, just refused to look until we reached the summit a few minutes later.
Five different hiking trails lead off from the funicular station, some for as little as 15-30 minutes, others as long as two hours up and two back. Our goals were more modest. We were interested in the views but intent on getting back down to the main level for the museum and a snack before the liqueur tasting.
We fairly raced through the museum to see the major paintings by Caraveggio, Renoir, Degas, Monet and other luminaries. It’s a small museum, and the art collection is organized chronologically, so we were able to get through the high points and stay on pace. We were on a schedule. Liqueur tastings are not to be missed.
By the time we finished our stay in Montserrat, the big tour groups had pulled in. Our guide explained that the off-season had just started the day before. Their big seasons are September-October and May-July. Since we were part of a group of nine, we were most thankful for our lucky timing. Still, the bus parking lot was full, and the crowds of tours filled the courtyard in front of the basilica. We got in and out in the nick of time. The selfie sticks were out in force.
All Souls Day is the day after All Saints Day and certainly not a holiday here. The crowds were measurably smaller.
Our goal this day was the Museum of Catalan History, which we could see from our apartment window, and the gondola from the harbor to MontJuic, which we could also see from our window. We made the first. Not so much the second.
The museum took all of more than two hours, but it gives an excellent presentation of the history of Catalonia from prehistoric times through the Carthaginians, the Romans, the Visigoths, the Moors, the early Spanish empire, the Catalan empire and finally the tragic days of the 20th century Civil War. Catalonia’s history is not a happy one, and the museum helps you understand the reasons.
Hungry and leg-weary from our tour of the museum, we repaired to the Fastnet for a bit of lunch, early by Spanish standards at 13:00. Of course, we had not had breakfast, so we were ravenous. We ordered two baguettes from the menu, thinking these would be the one-sided open-faced slice of bread with some meat and cheese placed on top.
Instead, they came out as full poor boys, cut in two totaling a good twelve inches of baguette, chicken, chorizo and cheese each. Lynn’s chicken was loaded with two half inch thick slices of mozzarella cheese on each portion. My chorizo chicken included thinly sliced pieces of parmesan with the meats. Both were delicious. Both were more than we could eat for 7 euros each.
Stuffed, we took Lynn’s half in a bag and marched on toward the gondola, our goal for the day. The gondola runs across the harbor and all the way to Mont Juic; we can see it from our apartment window, and we have never taken it.
Now we know why. It moves slowly, there is not much room, there are only a couple of gondolas in operation at one time, it is not cheap, and the line was listed as an hour when we approached.
We chose not to stand and wait.
Instead, we walked the length of the harbor, goggling at the huge yachts as big as anything we ever saw in Monte Carlo and thinking we would come out at the other end of the marina. Wrong. We walked into the working end of the port at the W Hotel (why would people pay to stay there?) and had to catch a bus back to Passeig de Colom to avoid a long walk the other way.