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| The Entrance to the Boqueria on La Rambla |
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| One of the many awesome preserved meat vendors. |
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| Fruits |
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| Escargots (en Catalan) -- one of the examples of how Catalan sometimes makes more sense than Spanish to me. I do *not* know the word for snail off the top of my head in Spanish, but I do in French, and it's pretty close to the Catalan. |
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| So many delicious olives! |
And while I love food markets in general, my real goal was to re-create the scene below, only with me doing the selection of meat instead of E.
Because we'd already seen the Boqueria, and there are so many markets in Barcelona, I decided to walk to one that was well-reviewed, less touristy, and closer to our hotel: The Mercat de Sant Antoni.
It was a lovely walk.
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| Tortoise Sculpture Under Naked Children |
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| Typical intersection -- love the trees, ironwork, architecture and pedestrian and bike-friendliness of this city. |
Unfortunately, despite checking the website for hours and concluding I should be able to get there during operating hours, my plan had a flaw:
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| Not what I wanted to see... |
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| Looks like a gorgeous market that will be even better when the reconstruction is finished. |
Even with the disappointment, this story has a happy ending. The supermarket near our hotel had several displays like the one below, plus aisles upon aisles of preserved awesomeness and a bakery and a butcher ready to slice anything and everything I might desire. Did I mention I love this country?
In keeping with tradition, we will have amazing sandwiches on our travel leg out of Spain.
The End.
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