It's still grey and raining/drizzing, so at 2:30 PM, we decided to saunter down Paralel.lel (yep, that's the correct spelling of the road we're on) to the waterfront in the drizzle.
Other than people watching today's Barcelona vs
|Far beyond these castle walls...|
|A main gate|
The two main buildings of any port are the customs building, where taxes and fees are collected, and the port master's building. Here? No exception.
|The Customs House|
|Lovely and imposing|
|Aduana means "customs"|
|The Portmaster's Building|
|The official port|
|Chris on top|
|The tower's name|
Also fronting the statue are a few pretty military buildings.
|Navy, I think|
|The sea of boats|
|A lotta boats|
|The 95th largest super yacht in the world: the Tango|
|The 26th largest : The Ulysses|
Yep. Different snack bracket.
There are places where "blanket salesmen" (purveyors of knock off Michael Kors bags, fake Adidas, and cheap sunglasses) are not allowed. Portions of the port are not among them.
|The touts are here|
|The middle passage|
|Columns & corridors|
|About 50 stalls|
|Blocks and blocks of car-width streets|
|There are a dozen streets like this|
|Fans of something|
|Trees and people and not much else going on|
|Some buildings are more ornate|
|Down the beach towards the habour entry|
|Up the beach|
|Surfers in the cold water|
|Sand castle builders|
|A giant slug. Or something else. We'll find out later|
|Beach chairs, Barcelona style|
|The sail-like W Hotel|
|Where's the tonic?|
|Karen's photo, not mine|
|Some old lady feeds them|