We started the day at Barcelona's Museum of Modernism. It's a small place with just two floors of displays: one focused on furniture, and the other on art works. In many respects it serves to illustrate another dependency of Modernism on the Industrial Revolution: the need for lots of wealthy people to buy the works. The level of craftsmanship in the pieces on display is absolutely insane. It would've taken a lot of money for the artist's to recoup their investments.
Walking back from the museum we found some crazy stores, one of which was selling fake human skull piggy banks. I, of course, bought one.
We also stopped at the local marketplace which was a lot like Pike Place Market, only better: a lot fewer people, and much better selections.
Finally, we boarded the train for Sevilla on which we determined that Spain gets a bad rap. Our train left Barcelona at exactly -- and I mean exactly -- its scheduled time. It arrived in Sevilla two minutes early. There's a saying I've forgotten about the importance of making the trains run on time, and Spain has certainly figured that out.
First impression of Sevilla: hot. Hace mucho calor. Mucho, mucho calor.
Second impression of Sevilla: the hotel rooms are very small, or at least our room is very small. I asked for a room with two beds and got one: two twin beds with a gap of about two inches between them and about two feet between the bed and the wall on either side.
Third impression of Sevilla: this is a very pretty place with a lovely ambiance at night. After dinner, and quite a lovely dinner for randomly choosing the restaurant across the alley from the hotel, we walked, unintentionally, to the cathedral and were struck by everything we saw.
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