As you might remember, the previous part of the story about us in Barcelona ended with Marge falling asleep in a cafe. Her nap didn’t last long though because we decided to move in another cafeteria to eat some ice cream, but I had to carry her by myself and it ain’t an easy task since she’s quite heavy. And right when I felt that I’d begun losing it, which happened after about 5-10 minutes of carrying her, she woke up. We also didn’t find an ice cream shop near us and opted for a Starbucks instead.
An attempt of an all-together shot.
Marge had found a tiny puddle to step in!
In a gift shop.
Waiting for the sisters on Plaça de Sant Jaume, while they were buying souvenirs.
Yay, ice cream!
On our way to the Gothic Quarter.
Plaça del Rei.
MUHBA Temple d’August. A few ancient columns are all that has left from a Temple of Augustus, that was actually built 1st century BCE!
All she needs is sand.
The main Cathedral of Barcelona. The cathedral was constructed from the 13th to 15th centuries and was named after Saint Eulalia of Barcelona, a 13 years old girl who, according to Catholic tradition, suffered martyrdom during Roman times in the city.
A courtyard where 13 white geese are kept.
We got on the roof of the Cathedral too but unfortunately didn’t think of taking our jackets there too. Sorry, no pictures of Barcelona from the top of the Cathedral — I skipped those because Marge needed some feeding and on-my-laps holding.
The orange tree.
And it was it! There will be next update in a week or so, I’ll be happy to see you here!