Saturday, 8 March 2014

Barcelona V :: Poble Espanyol. La Rambla ::

The weather has treated us really good the entire stays in Barcelona at the end of the Summer, which I am really gladful up until now. At one of the midday, we visited Spanish Village - Poble Espanyol. A spacious, open-air architectural museum where you can freely wander around as you would like in a village and simultaneously enjoy the variety of Spanish architecture, tastefully handcrafted goods and gourmet food.

Not many tourists seem to keen in visiting as I thought so in the rather quiet area of Barcelona, so it was pretty peaceful made it a nice place to walk during our visit. The pebbled pathways, the stairs, the shops, and everything are well-made. We enjoyed strolling around this village with its examples of various Spanish architecture, and the shops with regional produce - often handmade goods. 

However, the entrance fee is a bit pricey for what has offers on a tight budget, not to mention the goods are overpriced yet tastefully.

Interesting place to visit, but not a-must.

After a couple of hours spent in Poble Espanyol, we took tube to La Rambla and explored even further. One block, to the other blocks. A pathway connected to another, another, and another. :p

My lovely Kayla! :p

A caricature of myself, speedily and skillfully drawn by a street artist named Audic. A lovely guy with a good sense of humour, can tell by the audience laughter around him in the process of drawing.

We are reaching the end of our stays in Barcelona, and the end of my updates on hotspots we had visited.

Thanks a million to her for making my stays in Barcelona full of joy. I've learned that even only two person go for a trip it can be very enjoyable as long as both of us are true to each other, where smiles are warm turn to joyful laughter. How I've missed our traveling trip together, Kayla!

Of course thanks for everything to my parents as well, without them I wouldn't be able to enjoy and expand my horizons so much in the United Kingdom. hahh. :DD

xo Shirnie