The next day, I dragged Stéphane to a huge covered market, called Mercat Fira de Bellcaire Els Encants. There were fabrics, electronics, clothes, toys, antiques and probably way more than we even I was looking for old Spanish coins – and found them!
We met his dad and grandma at the cultural center of Barcelona, which was an amazing museum with crazy spheres of silver rotating over an open set of ruins from old Barcelona. The story of those streets were detailed along the perimeter.
Our last leg of our last night in Barcelona, Stéphane and I walked along the water again, and again as the sun set. We passed under a bizarrely shaped office building, in the modernist shape of a butterfly. It was awesome.
We happened onto Parc de la Barceloneta with a large round rusted iron frame towering up: a basketball court. And a detailed torre de les Aigues, hiding behind trees and the frames. It was such a haunting place. As we strolled along the boardwalks and sidewalks, I marveled in how beautiful of a city Barcelona was – and so tasty! After more sangria, we headed back to the apartment.
