July 28: walk to Fundació Joan Miró
On my last full day in Barcelona, I took a simpler walk, yet again to a destination on Montjuïc: the Fundació Joan Miró.
A pleasant midday out the back window.
A partly sunny shot of the diverse midblock terraces through the clotheslines just outside the window.
To start out, I had to run some errands near the Plaça de Catalunya, so I detoured around the western and northwestern edge of the Ciutat Vella. Here we have some #foreshadowing along Ronda de Sant Antoni, at the appliance store Establiments Miró.
Down Carrer de Torres i Amat, the cheery dome of the Parròquia de Sant Pere Nolasc.
Along Ronda de la Universitat, a very distinctive, and distinctly ominous, façade, except for the incongruously friendly roof greenery.
Back at the Miró store, an oddly blank corner wall.
More balanced asymmetry along the Ciutat Vella–Eixample threshold.
A chiaroscuro assortment of receptacles.
The strong sun made for lots of shut shutters on this wide façade on the eastern corner of Carrer del Parlament and Carrer la Viladomat.
This is Plaça Navas in Poble-sec, under renovation at that point.
Just up Carrer de la Bòbila from Plaça Navas, an array of oddly hued tiles. I have a sudden craving for chocolate-covered persimmon candies.
These long brick balconies further up Bòbila (which means "brickyard", coincidentally or not) past Carrer de l'Olivera remind me of a stripped-down version of the Amsterdam School. They look like inviting refuges from the high summer sun.
This is IT! No, I mean this building is IT again, now revealed to bridge overhead, much like the adjacent diagonal block, with a strange street view through.
Slant H with Impaled T, 2009. (This is the Plaça d'Ovidi Montllor, more just a passageway on the west side of IT, leading up to the Teatre Lliure.)
Between the south face of IT and the Teatre is the Passatge Mercat de les Flors, and here the Teatre offers up a heaping spoonful of weird: hundreds of deformed terra cotta pots on a decidedly red wall.
Hundreds of deformed pots, each one a Rorschach test.
Ugh! Why does IT have so many rules! Anyway, here is a closeup on a minimalistic corner joint. And we finally have evidence of ITs identity: IT's the Institut del Teatre.
One of the Teatre's central faces on the Plaça de Margarida Xingu.
The sleek tectonics of the Institut.
Straight walls, dippy walls, smooth walls, rocky walls.
Then up through the edge of the Teatre Grec complex.
But lo, what is yon Forke poynting Heavenwarde???