This was our last day in Barcelona. We decided to skip the beach in the less than balmy weather and spend the day in the Gothic Quarter instead. A good decision as it turned out.
Browsing through a flea market, listening to street musicians and having a perfect lunch in a quaint, hole-in-the-wall place in one of many warrens of the Gothic quartets was a leisurely way to see not just see the tourists but also see how the locals look at the likes of us.
Street artists who busk all day at the main squareThe wall of an art museum there.
Huge wooden doors with wrought iron knockers dot the areaA Brit watercolor artist who’s called Barcelona his home since the 70s.
Lladro statues being sold so casually at a flea market.
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