|The Entrance to the Boqueria on La Rambla|
|One of the many awesome preserved meat vendors.|
|Escargots (en Catalan) -- one of the examples of how Catalan sometimes makes more sense than Spanish to me. I do *not* know the word for snail off the top of my head in Spanish, but I do in French, and it's pretty close to the Catalan.|
|So many delicious olives!|
And while I love food markets in general, my real goal was to re-create the scene below, only with me doing the selection of meat instead of E.
Because we'd already seen the Boqueria, and there are so many markets in Barcelona, I decided to walk to one that was well-reviewed, less touristy, and closer to our hotel: The Mercat de Sant Antoni.
It was a lovely walk.
|Tortoise Sculpture Under Naked Children|
|Typical intersection -- love the trees, ironwork, architecture and pedestrian and bike-friendliness of this city.|
Unfortunately, despite checking the website and concluding I should be able to get there during operating hours, my plan had a flaw:
|Not what I wanted to see...|
|Looks like a gorgeous market that will be even better when the reconstruction is finished.|
Even with the disappointment, this story has a happy ending. The supermarket near our hotel had several displays like the one below, plus aisles upon aisles of preserved awesomeness and a bakery and a butcher ready to slice anything and everything I might desire. Did I mention I love this country?
In keeping with tradition, we will have amazing sandwiches on our travel leg out of Spain.