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Café Iruña

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Ate the first pintxos of my life in this grand dame of a cafe which has been around since 1903 (worth checking out just for its tiled advertisements of yesteryears, impeccable interiors and Andalusian tiles). Café Iruña comes highly recommended by a Spanish-Basque friend who used to live in Bilbao and it didn’t hurt that we stayed right next to it.

Of course we were on a budget this road trip and subsisted purely on a diet of pintxos washed down with beer or wine, not that I was complaining. Might skip the lamb skewers next time though. Never mind they are near perfection with that dash of lemon, they are still a little pricey especially for someone who has been spoilt rotten by China’s late-night chuanr carts.

Café Iruña
Berástegui Kalea, 4, 48001 Bilbao, Spain

Museo Guggenheim Bilbao

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Spent a whole hour mesmerized by the magic of Icelandic artist Ragnar Kjartansson inside the big G and then we walked out into the warm embrace of maman in the evening sun.

Museo Guggenheim Bilbao
Avenida Abandoibarra, 2, 48009 Bilbao, Spain

Summer like it should be

Video: 1,131 photos shot on a Canon PowerShot G10
Music: Trace a Line by Au Revoir Simone

Experimenting for the first time with a new medium in the hope of more timely posts. I sure had a lot of fun doing it. Hope you like it.

Meeting the grandparents in Spain

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We took the train from Montpellier in southern France to Barcelona. En route, we passed by Perpignan and saw Dali’s famous “Perpignan Centre du Monde” slogan on the platform.

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Hello Barcelona !

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Grandma making paella valenciana for lunch. Tasty, yay !

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View from the balcony, sunny and perfect.

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A little jamón ibérico goodness before lunch.

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We only had two days in Barcelona so we made sure we were home during mealtimes to eat with the grandparents.

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Catalan grandmothers a step ahead of the window shoppers.

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Hmmm, anybody knows what this means ?

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We were in front of quaint hat shop Sombrereria Obach but didn’t enter since I didn’t need a hat. Maybe next time.

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Patron saint in the alleyway.

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Looks like a tacky store upfront but if you persist and walk through amid the thumping trance soundtrack, you will end up in a secret beer garden in the back teeming with locals away from the touristy crowd.

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I love the elaborate masks. Made me look twice.

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Ching chiong fonts, teehee !

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Dinner was grandma’s spanish omelette. Homecooked food trumps menú del día any day as it is indeed the ideal introduction to Spain. Unfortunately too, Rafa’s will have to wait for now.

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Both in Paris and Barcelona I encountered the tiniest elevators I’ve ever seen in my life. Fits two persons comfortably and maybe a cozy threesome.

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The grandparents live not too far away from Camp Nou.

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A burst of colors by the roadside.

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I am of the opinion that this can only work if the baguette is fresh.

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Mmmmmmmh !

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My overall impression of Barcelona, too hot and too dry. I was sorely toasted just from walking about in the afternoon.

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More of grandma’s recipes. The (raw) cod and bean salad was so deliciously refreshing in the baking heat that I must have had at least three helpings.

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A little TV after our lunch before we part ways and make our way back to Paris by train.

Street art in Barcelona

More colorful and vibrant than those in London.

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