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Apr. 8th, 2007 07:57 pmTo those of you who have written asking for photos... fear not! Sarah has her magic picture box with her and shall be uploading images from it when we get back home. I also have my magic talkie box with magic picture box added to it and there are images on there which will also be transferred to some form of internet medium upon my return. There is even a video of wandering around the Gothic quarter - well the 30 seconds or so of filming I got before sarah told me I looked like a tit.
Today´s exhibition was the remains of Mon Juic - in particular getting into one of the museums that we couldn´t get into before due to it being closed. The Museum of Ethnology was the name of this place if you translated it properly. Not a bad museum but also not particularly interesting. Some good bits but I think it was marred by the bad hypo I had while in there and the massive migraine which followed and which left me knocked out for most of the rest of the afternoon.
We did however manage to go back out after I had recovered and wander to the ´parc de la Cuitat´or park of the city which was nice. Saw Arc de Triomf and spent some time wondering what it was celebrating triumph over (final conclusion: Someone had decided that all decent cities have a arc of triumph somewhere so they should to). Park was really nice with lots of cute doggies in it. Also lots of statues and something occured to me about many of them. Some of them seemed to be of people in natural poses - one of them was of some important city dignitary who was stood there with his coat under his arm, as if he was about to pop out for a newspaper and was wondering if you wanted anything from the shop. There was another of a woman cleaning a gravestone of the person who was actually commemorated in the statue (her name was not mentioned). So this led to some wondering about whether there was a slew of ´candid sculptors´who wandered around sketching people in ´casual poses´and sculpting them. Almost tabloid sculptors...
Which takes me to Dali and why one really should never take Sarah to an art gallery because she only spends most of the time taking the piss. But then, so do I usually so I suppose it is ok. :) And she was right that some of the stuff in there could not be called art by any definition... though a lot of it was really interesting, especially in the context of a lot of modern fantasy art.
But that was yesterdays trip... today we also wandered over from the park to see two churches - one a Visigoth church and the other a more traditional Catalan one. Then we ate ice cream and came back to the hotel.
Today´s exhibition was the remains of Mon Juic - in particular getting into one of the museums that we couldn´t get into before due to it being closed. The Museum of Ethnology was the name of this place if you translated it properly. Not a bad museum but also not particularly interesting. Some good bits but I think it was marred by the bad hypo I had while in there and the massive migraine which followed and which left me knocked out for most of the rest of the afternoon.
We did however manage to go back out after I had recovered and wander to the ´parc de la Cuitat´or park of the city which was nice. Saw Arc de Triomf and spent some time wondering what it was celebrating triumph over (final conclusion: Someone had decided that all decent cities have a arc of triumph somewhere so they should to). Park was really nice with lots of cute doggies in it. Also lots of statues and something occured to me about many of them. Some of them seemed to be of people in natural poses - one of them was of some important city dignitary who was stood there with his coat under his arm, as if he was about to pop out for a newspaper and was wondering if you wanted anything from the shop. There was another of a woman cleaning a gravestone of the person who was actually commemorated in the statue (her name was not mentioned). So this led to some wondering about whether there was a slew of ´candid sculptors´who wandered around sketching people in ´casual poses´and sculpting them. Almost tabloid sculptors...
Which takes me to Dali and why one really should never take Sarah to an art gallery because she only spends most of the time taking the piss. But then, so do I usually so I suppose it is ok. :) And she was right that some of the stuff in there could not be called art by any definition... though a lot of it was really interesting, especially in the context of a lot of modern fantasy art.
But that was yesterdays trip... today we also wandered over from the park to see two churches - one a Visigoth church and the other a more traditional Catalan one. Then we ate ice cream and came back to the hotel.
