Not to confuse things, but I’m going to start with the first half of today, Saturday, and leave the remainder of Friday at the end because my journal drawings for yesterday need to be scanned when I’m home and today I did digital also which are ready.
At 10:00 am we, Gwen, Phil, Ann and I, met at the top of La Rambla and walked to the Monument of Columbus (Colon, as he is called here) and joined lots of Barcelona sketchers for the 43rd International Sketchcrawl which is taking place all over the world on this day. How cool is that. Nice of the world to schedule it for the time when I’m here.
The first two are details from friezes around the base of the huge, towering monument. They were located about a foot above my head, give or take.
Then we were heading for the next spot but I lost sight of those who were leading and found myself lost with four other sketchers. I couldn’t understand them, they couldn’t understand me. She modeled for me.
It took awhile, but I think an email or two finally located them. Since it was too sunny for the IPad I sketched the sketchers in my journal.
Ann, Phil, Gwen and I split off from them now with plans to rejoin at the last location, a small church. We walked to the beach so we could view the Mediterranean and then ate at Celler de Tapas. We went back to the church, couldn’t find the others, looked for them, sketched on our own and left. We have plans for tonight.
(This is the continuation of Friday from Barcelona 3. It is hard to keep the whole day in one place because the Wi-fi connection is excellent in Ann’s apartment and iffy in other areas so I post when it is available.)
After chilling out in Anne’s apartment we went back to the Barcelona Cathedral to see if there was anything interesting, vigil or otherwise, going on. I stayed outside and sketched while listening to the street musicians. The others wanted to have dinner so I split off to wander around and find something for dinner later. I walked back in the direction of my hotel with a plan to walk on La Ramble to see what I could see. At one point I veered off into a side street thinking it ran parallel or, at least, in the general direction I was heading. It opened up into a large avenue and off in the distance I thought I saw Placa Catalunya. Good. But then I spotted some costumed riders mounted on white horses in the side street up ahead. It turned out that the crowd of millions, which I hadn’t even noticed, were waiting for the Good Friday procession. Ha! What luck! I just happened upon it and managed to get a good spot with only one person in front of me. Thinking I had seen the entire parade I started walking to the side street where the horses had been and I saw crowds and flames. It wasn’t blocked off and people were entering so I followed suit, intrigued with the flames. Well,well. I had only seen 2/3 of the procession. Jesus on the cross was still to come and the flames were on the end of some kind of black candle-like things with serious flames coming out which were held by the black-robed and masked figures, except the pointy peaks on the masks were not sticking up anymore. I stayed in this street and watched the police and Boss Masked Man try to coordinate while Girl On This Last Float tried unsuccessfully numerous times to get the large white candles to stay lit. This float and the previous two were lavishly decorated and covered in flowers. There was a band of drummers, a band of bagpipers and brass band, children and dignitaries.
Afterwards I figured it was too late to walk down and back on La Ramble so I went to Plaça Catalunya instead and sketched some of the goings on there into my journal. Then the hunt for dinner was successful (included a triple triple dangerous chocolate muffin) which I ate contentedly in the hotel room.
Whew. Friday finished.
iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus., Pen & Ink app.