
It was our last morning in
Barcelona and once again I was hungry!
We set out to go to a market that we read about in the Batali book where you go to a stand and point to things in the market and they cook it for you.
But, once again we are hit with our awful travelers luck and it is a holiday and everything is closed, including the market.
Off we go on the food search; we are also looking for a charger for Scott’s phone since he needs to work and his charger was in his lost luggage. We walk around for what seems like hours and can’t find a restaurant with gazpacho. I just keep thinking of the soup of the night before and that is what I want to eat. Finally, we stumble into a square that I could have sworn we were in the night of the wedding with the bride and groom (but who knows – to the untrained eye, they all look kind off the same). This square is now filled with a giant piece of public art.
There are male figures in what looks like a military formation. They are made out of trash – mostly soda cans, food tins, some computer leftovers. It is strange and disturbing and moving all at the same time.
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