Spent the next day relaxing...as if I wasn't already a professional by now. I made it to el Born barrio
The Picasso museum is at the heart of this area. Surprisingly, I stayed at the museum for hours...I was never really into him..I thought it was all hype but this museum is the best of him...the wonder years of his youth in Spain
Lovely, lovely streets make up this part of town
beautiful old doors with the much coveted cast iron hands
It all ended with a jarra of Sangria...which I made my way through alone
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