Tsirkus Barcelona

Barcelona is the kind of town where you might get surprised - by a thief cutting off your handbag, prostitutes on the main street, drug dealer in the harbour, angry pantomime chasing after your quater of Euro - but also by extremely nice people talking in body language, because English is nothing they would understand, extremely fancy tapa-bar, but also surprisingly bad paella diner, cheap wine and fashion prices compared to Norhern Europe and Estonia as well, fantastic art and architecture - Picasso, Mirό, Gaudί. Barcelona appears to be a kind of a town where I surprisingly wouldn't want to live, yet it was amazingly fun and fabulous to visit and meet some as fun and fabulous people, even though they all were Estonians. Vamos a la short tour!

This is what I do. Chase after funny consumer-society phenomena that I can laugh over. Imagine, this building here is one of the most famous Antoni Gaudi's piece of architecture. It's always surrounded by dozens of tourists taking photographs of it - and then there's this huge larger-than-life Guess poster on the neighbouring house. So what it is being renovated and the surface can be covered with ads - why does it have to be that lame? I bet the first you noticed was the boobs of the lingerie-lady not the surreal form of the exterieur of Casa Battlo.

Well this is another thing I look for when travelling. Grafiti. For me I guess the most expressive form of art - rebel and somewhat intelligent, persistent and fragile at the same time.