The sky today was rather queer…
Another remarkable building at 222 Carrer de Parrars. Goodbye Barcelona, I am heading back to the ‘Brexit’ car crash feeling more European than ever.
If you can’t face the crowds at the Sagrada Familia, then stroll on down the Avenue de Gaudi to the stunning Art Nouveau Hospital de la Santa Creu i Sant Pau.Lluís Domènech i Montaner certainly achieved his desire to build a hospital without the ‘appearance of a prison or a slaughterhouse’. Where do I check in?Nurse! Fetch me a bed pan!
Antina (left) was not very happy about being sketched. Alfred (right) was indifferent. The Golden Egg looked on and judged silently.
Of all the many peculiar fountains in Lucerne, my favourite was outside Bistro Krienbrüggli.
The killer combination of dead sheep and creepy children dropping something (or someone) down a well.There are 3 steps to heaven and 3 million up to the Museggmauer. It’s worth it for the views.I couldn’t miss out the Spreuerbrücke, which is the oldest timber bridge in Switzerland. Completed in 1408 and washed down with a cold bier.
A calm moment during a worryingly high energy punting trip in Oxford!A steadier line on dry land: builders sprucing up the pavements at the Radcliffe Camera.
You can’t put a fruit pastel in your mouth without chewing it and I can’t walk past a lighthouse with sketching it.
This is North Foreland Lighthouse in Kent.Early evening on Broadstairs Beach. Beautiful.