Stepping outside to a partly sunny afternoon, my ears perked at the sounds of brass and wind instruments floating in the breeze, and it didn't take me long to find out that they belonged to a band playing the music for the traditional Catalan dance called Sardana. Taking a moment to watch, I was struck how different seniors are in Spain compared to the states. Here, they are dancing and laughing, while most I know back home rarely leave the house, and seem to be counting down the days. It's really quite sad when you think about it.
Further up the street, I again found myself stopping and taking a moment. This time it was a wooden door topped by a screaming griffin that caught my attention. Not as ornamental as those in Eixample, it hinted at something more mysterious, like an occult bookstore that housed spells. Of course, in reality it was an apartment building with normal residents, but the subject matter did make me wonder what the original architect had in mind, or what he took to decide on that design.
My thoughts didn't linger long on the door, this image had me getting the camera out to snap a the following picture:
A couple on a scooter with their small dog is just so Barcelona. The only thing missing is a cigarette hanging from their mouths.
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