At the Starting Gate

Pretty much totally thoroughly and unquestioningly over dealing with any crowds of any sort, we got the first of the Gaudi sights under our belt bright N early the first morning. What was sublime and uncompromised and psychedelic in architecture, especially for the first couple of decades of the century, still reigned in awe and expansive wonder at the top of the small mountain that comprises Park Guell. We came in the morning dew and left just as the parking lots were TEEMING with buses and the droves of thrillseekers! Yipes!













Even Park Guell has drug addled hipsters sleeping on benches! (Note KEITH RICHARDS tee! No shame. No shame. At least be discreet about your mentors, sheesh!)