Memories of a place visited are often stirred by the recollection of some significant incident or happening. For me, Barcelona will be forever associated with the nature and quality of the street music in the Old Town, the Ciutat Vella, and especially in the Gothic quarter around the cathedral.
As we left the hushed atmosphere of the cathedral, we heard the gentle plucking and strumming of a guitar. There, just 30 yards or so from the cathedral door, sat the diminutive and retiring guitarist pictured below. Her meditative playing enhanced further the mood of the occasion.
Just a short distance away, maybe 400 yards, we encountered the scene below It needs no words of explanation or elaboration. Just from the photograph the ambience is almost tangible. It was an unexpected experience of sheer bliss.
These two images are my Barcelona.
4 responses to “Memories are made of this.”
Barcelona is a unique city, and I believe it leaves most people with significant memories. I think your experience with the music around the cathedral must have been very strong. For me it’s just wandering around on La Rambla, taking in the lively scene. Barcelona is also the first place I ever watched a bullfight. Thanks for sharing your memories. (And by the way sorry for having been absent lately, I just haven’t had time to comment the last couple of weeks).
How interesting Otto. Your memories are triggered by visual and social images – very much in line with your own work. I initially trained as a musician. It seems that memories have roots!!
I was there briefly, a lifetime ago, and your images reflect my experience too.
I’m pleased they jogged your memory. I hope your experiences were as enjoyable as mine.