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Barcelona Four


One more day in Barcelona, one more museum. I have to confess that by now (Tuesday) I was getting tired. The heat was getting to me, I was kind of overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the city, of all the sights and smells.... I was actually looking forward to returning to my sleepy coastal village. I do love Dunmore East.

Anyway, final photos from our last day walking around Barcelona. Most of them were taken at Museum Frederic Mars which is an amazing "ultimate collector's" house filled with statuary and paintings and all kinds of odds and ends. And for some reason (probably because there are so many of them) my photos are all mixed up on this page. So I have captioned them to help clarify what they are except for all of the statuary and paintings--they are from the Museum Frederic Mars:



It was at this point I decided I needed to go back to my quiet village!









Terrace at our hotel
First floor atrium at hotel
Gaudi House


























That wraps up Barcelona. I am glad we saw it, wouldn't rush back there again although we would to Palma which has all the beautiful architecture with quiet (well, probably outside of the summer months.) 

Flew home on Wednesday without incident, yahoo!

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