Our hotel's central location to Las Ramblas made it impossible to need the metro in our exploration. What we cannot reach by foot, we used the local bus in going around town. Look at us daring to be and act like locals.
What did we do and see?
Options, options, options.
Not this time.
Shots from Parc Muntjuic, hilltop views.
Hubs looked photogenic while waiting for the bus.
The bullfighting arena is now converted into stores and restaurants. It was too tempting sitting across the street from where we were waiting for the bus, that we decided to cross the street and have a little snack.
I believe the bottom floor of the arena is food court. We chose Gustos restaurant.
Gustos was where we had our paella, among other dishes.
While the call of shopping was strong, we could only manage to check out the grocery store, also located in the same floor as the food court. We managed to buy some packaged goodies, ham and cheese of course, for friends and family back home.
Later we had to move on to the next destination, which was Parc Guell, which captured our imagination and adoration on first visit. We would like to see it again and maybe see the parts of the park that we failed to see the last time. However, it was getting so late in the day that we didn't have much light to do photography.
We stayed long after the sun went down, listened to an ambulant musician playing a foreign instrument, playing original music from Tibet, or Nepal I cannot remember. But the music so moved us that we bought a CD of his collection. You just have to support local artists, plus the music was really great.
OUR WORLD TUESDAY