These folk’s auctions provide a marvellous glimpse of the generally execrable taste of Barcelona’s petite et moins petite bourgeoisie–flower sellers on the Ramblas, Costa Brava fishing boats, Vic market, vines, adolescent breasts…–and the work is sometimes deliciously bad. For example, did Ramon de Capmany–whose Hare is lot no 484 on the 29th–owe his artistic career more to family wealth and influence than to personal ability and industry? Did this Easter Hare fall from his Cross in more or less conventional fashion, or did He meet his Calvary neath some Jaganatha’s wheels? Not for nothing that Rafa (turn off the music) is selling up and heading for Berlin.
- Farewell, (Catalan) Talgo
One of 20th century Spain’s great engineering achievements disappears as it drove: with nary a whisper.
- How not to win la Guerra de los Toros, or The Cattle Raid of Cooley revisited
Some historical advice from an Irish perspective for Esperanza Aguirre on the pitfalls of attempting to demonstrate by symbolic means the
- Verdict on the Barcelona live music scene
“Much has been said on the subject but it is still a little known fact outside of Barcelona that it’s music
- Billionaire superyachts to save Barcelona’s traditional barrios!
But the Guardian has got its knickers in a twist.
- Tourism in Barcelona: deep ranks of visitors slung round cameras
Where is the Economist’s Gulliver from, what is he/she taking? A robot wouldn’t make this kind of error: As any visitor