We packed up our tent on Monday morning in the canvas ghost city - all the Spanish weekenders having gone home the previous day. There was just us and a Belgian couple - we half expected Yul Brynner to come stalking.... We drove to Sitges, some 40km south of Barcelona and put our tent up in certainly more lively surroundings - loads of French campers who sat up chatting until 2am. Thank God for earplugs! We caught the bus into Barcelona this morning. Of all the cities we visited this was most like London - chaotic, noisy, crowded and requiring extensive use of the metro to get around. The bus went in via the airport and we have never seen so many taxis in one place in our lives. They are all yellow and black so looked like a large swarm of wasps waiting to land on unsuspecting passengers. We had a good mooch, went up to Montjuic, which was the site of the 1992 Olympics. The stadium still impresses and, fortunately, there was no sign of any England supporters left over from Saturdays match. We admired several Gaudi (the modernist artist associated with Barcelona) created buildings including the amazing cathedral, still under construction. Paul had the longest wait for a pizza ever.
We are all citied out now and head back to the Pyrennes tomorrow.
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