{"id":1328,"date":"2015-01-20T13:57:32","date_gmt":"2015-01-20T12:57:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=1328"},"modified":"2015-01-20T13:57:32","modified_gmt":"2015-01-20T12:57:32","slug":"week-02-madrid-barcelona","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=1328","title":{"rendered":"Week 02: Madrid-Barcelona"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The second week of the year was marked by a slightly sad occasion, namely my son&#8217;s departure, and a joyous one, the arrival of my friend Lars from Denmark for his customary January visit.<\/p>\n<p><strong>2_1<\/strong><br \/>\nOn January 5th, Moses and I drove to Madrid, from where he was flying back to New York and Buffalo the next day. After checking into our hotel near Barajas airport, we took the metro to the city. Plaza del Sol was magnificent:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_1.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5557\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_2<\/strong><br \/>\nWe went to have dinner at a Cuban restaurant, La Negra Tomasa. Highly recommended, both for its decor and the delicious food:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_2.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5561\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_3<\/strong><br \/>\nAside from the food, they also make excellent and innovative cocktails, such as this Cubanito, essentially a Bloody Mary but with rum instead of vodka. The combination works extremely well:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_3.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5563\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_4<\/strong><br \/>\nNext morning, after the hugs and goodbye, Moses is on his way to the security scan at Madrid airport:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_4.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5565\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_5<\/strong><br \/>\nThis was truly the tail end of the holiday season:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_5.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5570\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_6<\/strong><br \/>\nAfter saying goodbye to Moses, I drove home to Alicante. On the way, I stopped to explore the arid landscape of Castilla La Mancha a bit:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_6.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5574\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_7<\/strong><br \/>\nI followed this dirt road, leading to a place signposted as &#8220;Santuario de Bel\u00c3\u00a9n&#8221;, i.e. a monastery of some kind:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_7.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5575\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_8<\/strong><br \/>\nThe <em>santuario <\/em>turned out to be quite posh and well-kept. It probably earns some of its income by providing lodging and other tourist services:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_8.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5584\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_9<\/strong><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_9.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5579\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_10<\/strong><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_10.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5580\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_11<\/strong><br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_11.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5581\" \/><\/p>\n<p>That same afternoon, my friend Lars arrived in Alicante from Denmark for a two-week visit. We spent the rest of the week just relaxing (him) and working (me) until we went to Barcelona Saturday morning to spend the weekend there. The remainder of this week&#8217;s pictures are from that Saturday in Barcelona.<\/p>\n<p><strong>2_12<\/strong><br \/>\nOur hotel was very close to Plaza Catalunya, and after checking in we quickly met up with my friend Lluis and went to have lunch on a lovely little square nearby. Lars had his camera at the ready:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_12.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5607\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_13<\/strong><br \/>\nLluis makes a point over plates of tapas:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_13.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5610\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_14<\/strong><br \/>\nOne of the joys of Barcelona is to sit at an outdoor restaurant and indulge in people watching:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_14.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5623\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_15<\/strong><br \/>\nAnd we were being watched from above as well:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_15.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5620\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_16<\/strong><br \/>\nLluis is such a perfect Catalan gentleman that he always gets his way with people he wants to photograph, even if it is a group of Norwegian beer drinkers:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_16.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5625\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_17<\/strong><br \/>\nI like to do my street photography in B&#038;W, but sometimes colour is really better:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_17.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5626\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_18<\/strong><br \/>\nAfter lunch, we walked to Caf\u00c3\u00a9 Zurich at the top of La Rambla. Caf\u00c3\u00a9 Zurich is the spiritual home of the European branch of the Leica Users Group. There, we met up with Luciana, a friend of Lluis, a lovely and feisty lady who is an artist and photographer:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_18.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5633\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_19<\/strong><br \/>\nWe took the metro to the Caixa Forum, to see a big Salgado exhibition:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_19.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5636\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_20<\/strong><br \/>\nThis scene reminded me of the Escalator to Nowhere in an old episode of The Simpsons:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_20.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5638\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_21<\/strong><br \/>\nAfter taking in the Salgado exhibition, we sat down for some coffee and conversation at the Caixa Forum cafeteria. Luciana was introduced to the joys and idiosyncracies of the Leica rangefinder:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_21.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5643\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_22<\/strong><br \/>\nThe pleasures of the LCD, shared by my two friends Lars and Lluis:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_22.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5645\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_23<\/strong><br \/>\nWe then took the metro back to Plaza Catalunya where Luciana had left her bicycle:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_23.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5647\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_24<\/strong><br \/>\nHaving said goodbye to Luciana, we walked to another of our usual places for dinner, the Catalan restaurant El Julivert Meu:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_24.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5652\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_25<\/strong><br \/>\nEvery meal there starts with bread with tomato and garlic:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_25.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5649\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_26<\/strong><br \/>\nEscalivada, another traditional Catalan dish:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_26.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5650\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_27<\/strong><br \/>\nNationalist sentiment in Catalonia is non-violent but it is strong, and Catalan flags are everywhere:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_27.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5653\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_28<\/strong><br \/>\nGreengrocer near La Rambla:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_28.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5656\" \/><\/p>\n<p>We finished the evening at Caf\u00c3\u00a9 Zurich, where we engaged in a bit of people-watching before turning in for the night.<\/p>\n<p><strong>2_29<\/strong><br \/>\nFather and daughters:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_29.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5657\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_30<\/strong><br \/>\nConversation:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_30.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5658\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>2_31<\/strong><br \/>\nWaiting for her date to emerge from the metro:<br \/>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"uploads\/2015\/2_31.jpg\" alt=\"DSF5660\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The second week of the year was marked by a slightly sad occasion, namely my son&#8217;s departure, and a joyous one, the arrival of my friend Lars from Denmark for his customary January visit. 2_1 On January 5th, Moses and I drove to Madrid, from where he was flying back to New York and Buffalo [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1321,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1328"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1328"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1331,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1328\/revisions\/1331"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1321"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}