Barcelona Day 4

On the spur of the moment I hopped on a train to Figueres to see the Salvador Dali museum, which he designed before he died and then got himself buried there.











No shortage of imagination there. Some of the rooms are huge, but it does take a lot of space to, for example, position a boat with bright blue globs of something under its hull 20 feet above a large car.
















I mostly enjoyed the fact that the museum itself didn’t even pretend to know how to make sense of Dali’s art. But honestly, what more is there to say about hiring nude models to parade around an art exposition with fresh seafood attached to them (this was a while ago, not today), or decorate the entire building with immense eggs.

My impression is that Dali was much better with images than with words and he named his paintings with pretty much all you need to know – “Telephone in a Dish with Three Sardines,” or “Soft Self-Portrait with Grilled Bacon.”





But actually the thing that I found most unsettling about Figueres was this large picture in the window of a barber shop. Tell me anyone in their right mind is going to walk in and expose their neck to this guy.

But a good time was had by all and by the end of the day I was back in Barcelona tidying up the apartment because Martha is coming tomorrow . . .

. . .At which point we can start participating in the festivities leading up to the Merce, the three-day blowout that happens every year at this time in Barcelona. Outdoor concerts with performers from around the world, weird parades including the Carrefoc spark throwers who can literally set spectators on fire, human towers, free-flowing alcoholic liquids and more, 18 hours each day. I. Am. Ready.