EUROPE

Western Europe and Turkey and Morocco…for now.

There used to be…

There used to be a story here about my first visit to La Sagrada Familia but since I went back on APRIL 5th, I’ve moved all the pictures to that day. It’s Epic.

I was taking a…

April 5

I was taking a picture of ‘my’ internet cafe and the guy in the hat who works afternoons said ‘hey, take a picture of Us!’, so I did.

He’s from Peru and the other guy is from Columbia so they speak a Spanish much more familiar than the usual around here.

This guy stands right…

This guy stands right in the front, holding up the place?

A Thorntree reader said this is ‘Jesus Christ tied to the column during the flagellation’. It’s really a very big piece, Big, and very very Mel Gibson I’d say, now that I know what it is.

I’m sure there are…

I’m sure there are amazing views from wherever this lift is taking all these people who are waiting for more than an hour, but I’ll not know since I couldn’t bring myself to get in that line.

…you can go inside….

…you can go inside.

I was here in 1991-1992 for work and made a quick walkwalkwalk no time to stop buzz-through of La Sagrada Familia and what I remember is soo different.

I saw some pictures from the status of construction in the 1940s and that looked more familiar than this because what I remember is that most of the walls were not filled in – it was an almost open air erector-set vision of strange and psychedelic arches and carvings.

A side street right…

A side street right off the plaza of La Sagrada Familia and it looks so appealing, so quiet and calm, just steps from the hysteria of the biggest tourist attraction in Barcelona, a town bursting with tourists.

Views to the sea….

Views to the sea. I don’t know the year the castle was built to guard this port but LP says that for most of its history it has been used as a ‘political prison and killing ground’. The city of Barcelona is trying to get the governing authority to give it to them so they can make a peace memorial out of it.

And on that note, we’re off for dinner and an early sleep.

We’re at the subway…

April 4

We’re at the subway stop waiting for Lucas to run back to the flat for a missing item. Time for Photos!

Anya is being a butterfly. She was sometimes Tinkerbell and sometimes a Princess. Butterfly-Tinkerbell-Princess is her basic repertoire.

Xander is being a monster. Also he is being a zombie. Zombie Xander. Sometimes he is a tyrannosaurus rex with laser xray vision. Sometimes he is a kodiak bear with knives for teeth and swords for claws. Sometimes he is a kitted out military policeman with Arnie-worthy weapons and weapon paraphernalia. He has a Vast vocabulary for weapons!

And here we are…

And here we are under those pillars from the earlier picture. It was entirely classical in design and proportion. I have pictures from a temple in India with the same design.

Why is that woman in my picture? There was always someone in this picture doing that, so I had to snap. Here’s why…

So we enjoy our…

So we enjoy our picnic in a bit of hurry under threatening skies and head back. It never does rain.

Check out that plastic box Lucas is holding. It’s the magic sandwich box. Everyday it magically becomes full of sandwiches I didn’t make. Yum! I’ll miss that box!

I’m out for another…

April 3

I’m out for another walking day while the kids go to the aquarium. From tomorrow we have many activities we plan to do together!

I’m not sure about this church. One time I asked the Lonely Planet Thorntree forum to identify a building I wasn’t sure of and the answer came back in a flat second. I’ll do that again when I get back.

Got from my friends at Thorntree: it’s Sant Fransesc de Sales on Paseig Sant Joan.

I’m still in the…

I’m still in the L’Eixample (The Expansion) district this time walking in another direction.

Here is Gaudi’s second most recognizable building – the Casa Batllo.

LP says the roof represents Sant Jordi (Saint George) and The Dragon. They also say Gaudi was the most well know Modernista, a proponent of the Modernisme movement of 1880-1920 which itself was an offshoot of the Art Nouveau style. I couldn’t name an Art Nouveau building, but there you go.

The food was delicious…

The food was delicious and didn’t break the bank being a fixed menu 4 course meal for 7 euro of A) toast with tomato and olives 1) green salad 2) seafood paellea 3) broiled fish and potato (especially delicious) 4) fruit compote. Wow.

Isn’t it nice inside? That’s me and the waiter who was charming and at my first ‘buenos dias’ answered me in English. And I thought I really did say a great ‘buenos dias’…

Here’s what you want…

Here’s what you want to see. It is Very rare and when you see it you want to go in there and give them money. It is an oasis, a refuge, a retreat from the cloud of smoke that hangs over the city since every person virtually everywhere, except in these restaurants and maybe at the bank, is smoking.

Yesterday I had a tapas snack at a ‘prohibit fumar’ which was lovely. The experience of today’s meal was a total joy.

This is the place…

This is the place and in the lower right corner is the intersection. Forget addresses. The numbers make no sense What So Ever as I learned in my outing to find a bookstore.

Anya dressed up in…

Anya dressed up in some Princess gear she got as a treat from the Bazaar Chino next door to our apartment.

I went out in the evening to pick up a little snack and brought back from the pub at the corner, this fabulous potato salad that I hope to make. It’s basic potato salad with Greek olives, capers, small par-boiled carrots, maybe a very little celery and/or onion, and then some strongly flavored oily canned tuna stired in. YUM!

Most of us in…

April 2

Most of us in LA know at least a little Spanish and can recognize the sounds and simple expressions anyway. Here in Barcelona you don’t know if you don’t understand because they are speaking that BarTHElona accent or because you don’t know the vocabulary or you don’t understand because they are not speaking Spanish!

Catalan is the first language in Barcelona. It was one of those Quebec-style revolts that has ended in favor of the non-national language.

This is a good example of the differences, the first sentences being in Catalan and the second in Spanish.

We were in dire…

We were in dire need of a good city map. The Lonely Planet guide has them all, everything is there, but sooo smaaall I Can’t Read It. So while the kids spent the day at the Science Museum for children, I went wandering in search of a map.

Yikes, this is some building but the sign for the program was most unnerving.

All the grand boulevards…

All the grand boulevards in this part of town are shaped like this one – with the corners cut off creating a giant octagon (hey Rome! It’s an Octagon!)…

I should mention that all these corners are controlled by signals. Pedestrians pay attention to the signals to the extent that ‘green’ means that your side has the right-of-way and ‘red’ means the other side does. So if it’s red to you and no car is coming, you can go.

People aren’t dodging in and out of traffic like NYNY though. Nor are they waiting-waiting watching grass grow like in Germany.

…many having some lovely…

…many having some lovely decoration in the center.

This is Our neighborhood, called L’Eixample (The Extension, not The Example), was designed in the 1860s as a suburb to the city, built on a nice modern grid and became the home of the middle class. It’s a great scenic central place to stay assming you are friends with the subway.

It is also home to the most renouned Modernista buildings including Gaudi’s masterpieces, more to follow.

More, looking down another…

More, looking down another lovely avenue.

Speaking of lovely, let’s talk about trash. It seemed on every residential street there were at least 4 trash containers the size of a small storage building to collect separately 1) paper products 2) plastic and metal 3) glass 4) garbage.

Everone was doing it and so did we! We had four separate bags in our little kitchen. L&B are well used to it because in Germany they even separate the glass by color and in Germany if you make a mistake and your neighbors see you, you Will be corrected.

There are paragraphs and…

There are paragraphs and paragraphs in the guide books describing the construction, materials, symbolism, Gaudi’s original ideas, history, future plans etc etc. It’s a big deal.

This is a view from ‘the other side’ where the carvings were created by Josep Subirachs (I guess Gaudi didn’t leave designs for these details?). LP says it is incredibly controversial…

…’like ’em or loath…

…’like ’em or loath ’em’ they say. I think it looks like a cathedral as imagined by George Lucas in his Star Wars period. Check out those storm-troopin’ crusaders. This face is The Passion Facade. (I think it has all the stations of the cross?)

I’ve combined pictures from…

I’ve combined pictures from two days:

And here we are at La Sagrada Familia (Temple Expiatori de la Sagrada Familia) and wow it is. Since the sun was just behind the spires I’m not getting much detail in the facade so I pulled out a little example. These carvings cover the building.

Antoni Gaudi spent the last part of his life devoted to this construction and, in the grand tradition of the grand cathedrals of Europe upon which it was modeled, construction has continued for 100 years.

‘They’ are hoping to be done in 2020.

After acquiring maps and…

After acquiring maps and a dictionary I headed into the subway to emerge here, at the Parc Joan Miro. This sculpture is called Dona i Ocell (Woman and Bird). You may draw your own conclusions.

In the distance you can see what was once the bullring of Barcelona (Placa de Braus Les Arenes), built in 1900 and now being restored as (I’ll bet you can guess) a Shopping Center! It is really quite beautiful on the outside, with handsome arches made of brick and elegant colorful designs around the top.

Further on, this is…

Further on, this is the grand intersection of the Placa D’Espanya leading into Montjuic with all the historic museums, parkland and gardens, and grand it is. In the distance is the Museu Nacional D’Art de Catalunya.

Here we are on…

April 1

Here we are on one of the legs of our all day journey. It went like this:

10 minutes to walk to the tram from the King’s apartment; 15 minutes to ride to the main train station; plenty of time to shuffle around and to wait; one and a half hours to ride to the outlying airport with the cheap flights; 15 minutes to a shuttle from the train stop to the airport…and then wait for the plane; then ride the plane for two and a half hours; and then in Barcelona – a bus to the subway; a couple of subway rides involving looong walks; and then a short walk to our destination – Mom, Dad, a 6 year old, a 3 1/2 year old, all their miscellanea for one week, and me.

It went off without a hitch and the children actually, and this is true, never lost their cool once – nor did the adults for that matter. How cool is that!?

Upon arrival in the…

Upon arrival in the Barcelona airport.

You know I’m thinking about Rome too. I’m lucky Anya is here to occasionally stand in for Rome as in ‘ooow – look at that! would you go stand over there?!’ and ‘owww – there’s a great shot! would you go stand over there?!’.

Anya too likes to look at the results of her efforts!

Today is my last…

March 31

Today is my last day in Düsseldorf – tomorrow we’re all off to spend a week in Barcelona after which the Kings come back to complete their move and I travel on myself to Granada and destinations south.

Here we are doing a last grocery shopping at another of the local markets looking out onto another of the innumerable urban parks.

Nancy Donald wrote to…

Nancy Donald wrote to say she thought Düsseldorf seemed like a rather benign place. I think so too, despite this bit of graffiti…benign and modest.

There’s a street they call ‘our Rodeo Drive’ with all the big name shops and there are plenty of elegant homes but still the overriding feeling is one of a small, modest, hard working and prosperous town.

Mostly I was driven…

Mostly I was driven to take this outing since I wanted to have a nice local home-made beer before leaving Germany.

Lucas and Betsy had mentioned how the smoke is so thick in restaurants and pubs you can hardly breathe, making it simply not enjoyable to eat out.

So in searching for a venue in which to drink my beer I looked for a family-type place, went when it was early enough for the windows to be open and before the crowds, and still it was true, I could hardly breathe. Bummer! The beer was deeelishous though – tapped from a keg, cold, dark amber, with a nice creamy head. Yum!

We decided to have…

March 30

We decided to have a little break and take advantage of the temporary appearance of the sun, to enjoy a quick picnic lunch out in the park.

I’d been hoping to visit this Clock Forest ever since driving by on the first day.

And this is the…

And this is the view looking through the tram stop enclosure.

It’s SO easy to get around the town but not so much into the suburbs. Also, it’s not cheap. I don’t know if there’s any income based subsidy for the high cost of transportation.

Then I went to…

Then I went to the local market by myself. (I think it’s a chain though because I saw another one or two just like it.)

Going to the market was fun…even though I bought the wrong kind of sugar and took it back to get the right kind.

It would have been easier for everyone if I could have said ‘I’d like to return this sugar for this other sugar’ but like usual, pointing, encouraging charades, and local English speakers got the job done.

This is one style…

This is one style of the electric trams that criss-cross the city. There are many types of varying eras which is entertaining for me, the tourista.

One thing we Angelenos can remember when we beat ourselves up about getting rid of our electric system, is that the dense web of overhead cables and the maze of tracks on the ground is a price to pay for this quiet, clean transportation.

In the afternoon we…

In the afternoon we went to a little girl’s birthday party out in the suburbs which is 20 minutes away by driving and is surrounded by fields, growing what, they did not know.

Their living room was given over to playground mode. At one point everyone decided to go outside so…

Here’s a pano at…

Here’s a pano at an intersection in the historic downtown, bearing in mind that most of the city was destroyed in WWII and hence most of these buildings are post-war.

Note the pedestrians only streets which was very nice. There are big underground parking structures just on the outside of this district filled with shops, restaurants, and pubs.

Hi Rome! Anya…

March 28

Hi Rome! Anya and Xander are going to be home in LA before I get back and you’ll get to play together soon. That’ll be f.u.n!

(I was changing Anya’s shirt and I sang her one of the songs I sing with Rome when I change her shirt and now whenever I do something for her (like give her a bath or brush her teeth) she wants me to sing the song I sing with Rome. Isn’t that Irresistibly CUTE.)

These are open air…

These are open air cafes along the Rhine. It was cold and windy so not surprising that few were hanging out here but Lucas says Düsseldorf-ians have a huge tolerance for bad weather and fill up the places on weekends.

In the distance is the Rhine Tower (another symbol of Dusseldorf!). An explanation from a tourist website:

“The port holes on the tower form the world’s largest decimal clock. From top to bottom, vertically arranged yellow lights – separated by horizontal red ones – show decades of hours, single hours, decades of minutes, single minutes, decades of seconds and single seconds.”

We had a pretty…

We had a pretty long list of outside chores to do today so I got to catch a few shots of downtown Düsseldorf. I went along to drive because L&B don’t have valid drivers licenses and have been using public transportation for months(!). I like those trees.

He also told me…

He also told me to take this picture because the lion is a symbol of Düsseldorf and Then we saw this statue of a stick figure doing a somersault and that Too is a symbol of Dusseldorf!

I arrived in Düsseldorf…

March 27

I arrived in Düsseldorf yesterday late afternoon and spent the rest of the day in a vegetative state.

Bright and early this morning we are making plans, organizing, distributing tasks, to get this moving show on the road. The kids were anxious to help and did participate to the extent of their ability and interest but soon enough, well…

…let’s set-up a nice…

…let’s set-up a nice long movie!

Then we had lunch, Anya took a nap and Xander helped for a solid two hours while we packed up the books. Good job X!

The plan was to take a break for walking and to see the park that surrounds their home. But no. It was raining, and since we have several days ahead I decided to wait and hope for dry skies. No point at all in wishing for blue skies though.

Be glad if it isn’t raining and be extra glad if it isn’t snowing. That’s the remnants of a snowman from two days ago out there in the yard!

The original plan. …

March 25

The original plan. Let’s see how close we get, shall we?!

Düsseldorf and Barcelona with the Kings; them I’m off on my own to Granada; Algeciras/Gibraltar; Fez; Tangiers; Seville; Tavira; Evore; Lisbon/Sintra.

Next posting…from Düsseldorf…where it is Snowing at the moment. I’m stopping off on the way to the airport to buy some warm Socks.

I was dawdling around…

I was dawdling around admiring this wonderful area and by the time I’d chosen the exact perfect place to stay – sorry, no space available. Not at the exact perfect place or the next place or the next or the next. It was dark and cold and there was No Space Available.

Everyone was very kind and sent me on to the next place hopeful, but no. Around 9pm one of those classic French Hoteliers, tall, exquisitely groomed, precisely correct yet so excruciatingly charming, this gentleman said he knew a place rather far away and not up to the standards I would be expecting, but was I willing to take it. Oh yes, merci.

Up Up Up I…

Up Up Up I drove in the darkness through country that was getting darker and colder by the mile. When I found the little village called St Alvere, this was the place, lit up and warm and so welcoming. I drove to the door to make sure it was the right place and a sweet couple hurried out smiling and waving me in. By now it was maybe 11pm and what looked like the whole neighborhood had gathered here.

Hungry? asked the sweet woman. Oui. She set me a little table in the corner and the sweet man went into the clearly closed kitchen and a few minutes later came out with the most extraordinary food – an omelet like I never had before or since or could hope to again and fried potatoes and toast and jam. It was beyond a dream.

Then I went to sleep in this tidy but funky Funky room, bathroom down the hall, on a pre-WWI mattress and with linens from the sweet woman’s grandmother’s hope chest.

Meet M. Patrick Foulon…

Meet M. Patrick Foulon (the gentleman in the tie). This man created a day so grand you’d be bored of hearing about it before I was even half done. Here is my thank you note that felt poor beside the richness of the experience:

Dear Monsieur Foulon,

I am home now and want to take this first opportunity to express my most earnest appreciation for your generosity and kindness. Although I enjoyed many wonderful meals during my time in France our lunch together will live in my memory as the most unforgettable. The delicious menu and its complement of perfectly suited wines along with your interesting and delightful commentary made for an entirely perfect afternoon.

Thank you also for the tour of the village, of the vineyards, of the cellars and the extensive and informative wine tasting. There is no doubt that I was treated to the best tour in all of France!

The bottles of wine made it safely to LA. I will carefully choose with whom to share this special gift and I will then take the opportunity to repeat the story of my beautiful day in Saint Emilion.

Fond regards,

As evening came on…

As evening came on so did rain. I was basically exhausted by the day’s glories and decided to drive an hour or so and then to stop at the first agreeable looking auberge.

These women exemplify a common experience – you just stop and then you have three new best friends. The ladies were from Belgium. They had spent the last month sunning themselves in Portugal and that day drove through Portugal, through Spain and into France on their way to Belgium the next day. Between them they spoke a dozen languages and we chatted away the evening.

And oh yes, they were smuggling home a Lot of Portuguese wine. They had taken the wine directly from barrels and funneled it into big plastic water jugs. After dinner they poured this wine into water glasses and shared Freely.

Speaking of languages -…

Speaking of languages – I was now well into the Basque country and despite my rudimentary French and Spanish most of the time unless someone was speaking directly to me I could not recognize a word. I could not even recognize what language it was I was hearing!

It could have been…

It could have been Eskuara, the Basque language which is widely spoken (even aggressively spoken!) or Catalan or any of the other local dialects of French and Spanish, even some Castilian pronunciations on the Mediterranean side. Also there seemed so much sharing of vocabulary between these languages and English, German etc., I was mystified.

Based on shifts in intonation and audience I could hear the shopkeepers switch between languages as naturally as blinking. The people here didn’t look like they had particularly big heads but their language-brains must have developed very early and Very Large.

This guy is pure definitive Basque.

Remember how I was…

Remember how I was going to the shipyard in France for work, fly then to Istanbul to meet Elizabeth, enjoy the glories of Turkey, pick up a Seabourne ship and cruise to fabulous destinations throughout the Aegean ending in Athens where we were going to spend a magnificent few days absorbing culture?

Remember how I worked on these plans for months and how I was going to leave September 12th? Didn’t work out, did it.

So then Elizabeth was NOT going to Turkey and anyway by the time flights were available the yard was grumbling for me to ‘get to the meetings, and now would be good’.

Amazingly enough, for me anyway, without even an hour on the internet, without calling for days to get agent rates, without even a guide book I decided to stay in France, rent a car and visit the Pyrenees.

This is Le Castel Marie-Louise in La Baule, a very elegant resort town just down the road from the very less than elegant shipyard. Usually we stay in shipyard facilities and this time I got to stay in La Boule at the Marie-Louise. Things were looking up.

A friend arranged that…

A friend arranged that I could meet the manager of one of the wineries, L’Union De Producteurs – St Emilion, and he would offer me a tour the next day. Little could I have imagined such a treat.

The every-tourist-has-one shot in St Emilion. This was my one and only accommodation snafu. Sorry, no space available!

The only No Smoking…

The only No Smoking sign in all of France.

When you ask for a table in the non-smoking section of a restaurant they simply remove the ashtray – from YOUR table! Since there is no smoking on Air France flights they offer nicotine patches along with the beverage. A non-smoking hotel room? Forget about it. David Sedaris says he lives in France so he can smoke in peace.

I decided to take…

I decided to take a closer look at the city of Bordeaux and arrive on a weekend afternoon. I know it’s tough getting in to the historical part of these towns but this was Ridiculous, driving around and around in circles totally frustrated by roadblocks at every turn. What’s With This?

It was Car Free Sunday or some such thing and again I parked waaay out there.

Scroll to Top