Fantasmagoria

An unexpected and glorious bonus surprise. Upon leaving our ultimate seaworthy pilgrimage from Formentera, we travelled through Barcelona and were snapped back to our senses by some sweet local station that graced our ears with "Supernaut" by Black Sabbath. Ahhhh, metal has never felt so damn healing.... In any case, we ambled into Girona to check it out. Rumored to have once been a hotspot for boho wingnuts and les artistes and whatnot, it was in fact a GORGEOUS Roman mecca for collegiates and upscalers with endless darliing cafes and cobbling streets and bridges and trees.Trees! Imagine!..Uh, well, it's someplace to revisit with more room. Sadly, we were almost out of gas and racing around near dark to find a pillow to rest our greazy selves for the night. Lo and behold, we stumbled across yet another outdoor cinema event with a real honest-to-goodness 35mm projector (on wheels?!) showing "Paths of Glory" with a extra-steely Kirk Douglas gazing at our gaping faces across a hollow plaza in the dark. This was thanks to the unforgettable Museu del Cinema, a private collection representing the history of the moving images. Three gorgeous, pristine and interactive floors of steroscopes, magic lanterns, fantasmagorias, optical toys....Oh, I could rant on and on. A Must! Go now! Git!