Barcelona :: Casa Batlló – “The Wave of Creation… or a woman’s breast.”

“Barcelonaaaa!”
– Paperboys

Last day in Barcelona and my feet were planning my imminent demise… I could hear them whispering in my light ballerina shoes, that had only the barest hint of padding… “Going to La Sagraaaada Familia, eh? Yes… Yes… very tall building… Oh, going to the tower! Would be such a shame if say… little Pinkytoe over there had a seizure all of a sudden… one might fall down and put us out of our misery!”

I was with a psychologist the whole time, in fact, I share a flat with her, so no worries. The voices are fine, she told me. Continue reading