Day four began with packing up. We are leaving Barcelona. We will have missed a lot of sights. The museum of modern art, the natural history museum, the Monastery at Monserrat. So on our last morning before heading out to the countryside, we decide to head to the Foundacio Joan Miro.
Our checkout at the Condes de Barcelona hotel is much like our check in, with a sour-faced woman (instead of the sour faced man who checked us in) insisting we have not prepaid the room. Then, after transforming herself into a smiling, lovely person to whomever was on the other end of the telephone, completely unapologetically, unsmilingly, admitting we had. (Still, that’s me, standing in front of our window, so it wasn’t all bad.)
The Miro Museum is located on Mont Juic, which we reach by riding the amazingly smooth, clean, and easy to navigate metro. We ascend the metro to find, oddly, an enormous Harley Davidson Exhibition about to begin. Remarkable, how Harley Riders everywhere kind of look the same. Even the guys setting up the carnival rides for the Harley Riders kids look exactly like Carnies (carny’s?) everywhere – tattooed in an un-ironic, un-hipster way, perpetually smoking, pock marked, many of them. And wearing vests that look like they were never intended to be vests, but are instead jackets which have somehow – perhaps in a bar fight? – been denuded of their sleeves. (more…)