- high up on the roof of Barcelona’s Gothic Cathedral (the old, not the Gaudi fantastical one), somewhere below someone has a Kinks song playing and it was indeed a Sunny afternoon.
- meanwhile, below (and in all the other opulent church buildings save Gaudi’s masterpiece we’ve been in) the heavily gilded altar pieces in the side chapels remind me of nothing more than the calliopes, or steam organs, as can be found at fairgrounds and traction fairs and the like
- not forgetting St George and the snow-white geese in the Gothic’s verdant cloisters
- riding the tourist buses you get a personal set of bright blue earphones. A convention seems to have arisen whereby these are thrown onto the canopies of the dedicated bus stops. The biggest such bowl of blue spaghetti is outside the football cathedral of the Nou Camp.
- watching Jeremy Clarkson on the hotel TV, dubbed into Spanish, without the brio
- channel hopping to chance upon a breakfast time showing of Wim Wender’s mesmerising Pina, his film about the choreographer Pina Bausch, with Spanish subtitles over another language, captured even then, past more than a couple of stomach rumbles (and we’ve got the DVD)
- in Barcelona even the pavement tiles (a Gaudi design) can be beautiful