The English Store

Closed Sundays, of course.

Diagonal

Border between old and not so old Barcelona.

Plants and flowers

Art Nouveau looking all unruly.

Yum

Candy is dandy.

Picasso found here

His works, that is.

Have a sit

Just the place for an espresso.

Inviting

Drop in and sit a spell.

Lovely day for a stroll

Rambling on La Rambla.

Down to La Rambla

Not a bad street in the house.

Crowded

Going ta need traffic lights soon.

No traffic, like heaven

Deeper into the barrio we go.

A bite and a sip

Just the right size for a quick one.

Tight fit

No passing in the Barrio Gotico.

Big art

Always room for another picture.

Chose

What's your poison, madam?

We eat at the 4 Cats

Picasso ate here, you know.

Out of the mist

And into the Barcelona sun.

All misty

Mist goes well with the green.

The cottage

Well, it's Swiss, don't cha know.

A few more steps

To the Swiss Cottage.

Off we go

To the Swiss Cottage.

Holy love

Holy Cross goes all modern.

Nailed

That's why it's Holy Cross.

Holy Cross

One of the older ones.

Swan landing

Launch your duckies here.

Full stop

Have your pass ready.

The inner sanctum

Through the gate, please, hurry along.

Gotta have your moat

Not to mention your duckies as well.

Another village, another castle

This time it did rain, in Cahir.

Mementos

It's a folk museum, don't ya know.

The house on the hill

Gotta have that big boss, right?

Tea time

Like it used to be.

In olden days

What it might have been like.

Time capsule

19th Century Irish village, preserved.

Worthy of a squire

But no lords here.

Meanwhile, at the village

Where the lesser folks lived.

The lordly bedchamber

No central heating, though.

Every day a banquet in the Great Hall

I know, let's roast a pig on the spit!

When men were men

…And castles were forts.

Hard at work

Every harbor needs them.

Titanic Museum

Where that trip began its first and last voyage.

On the square

Library is drive-thru, too.

On the waterfront

No stevedores here, just lotsa tourists.

Another saint

They're here, they're there.

Cork prays

A massive pile of stones.

Cathedral on the hill

A never ending supply in Europe.

On the waterfront

No stevedore shape up today.

Not the Titanic

But ready to sail on the tide.

Ghosts

This way to the Titanic, gentlemen.

Sunk again

Dressing the part.