Parc Guell |
Parc Guell
is Gaudi's
crazy uncompleted
folly. Commissioned
by a
man who obviously
had much
more money
than sense
and who
ended up
with very
little of
either, the
idea was
to build
a magical
half-town half-park
on the
outskirts of
Barcelona. Amazingly even
for a
city that
casually handed
Gaudi a
whole block
and told
him to
do whatever
he fancied
with it
church-wise, the
fantasy town
proved a
step too
far and
it was
never completed. Still,
by the
time work
ceased, Gaudi
had done
enough for
us to
get a
fair idea
of what
he was
going to
produce should
he not
have been
distracted by
that pesky
basillica.
There are
a number
of ways
in to
Parc Guell
but, even
though it
is undoubtedly
the most
crowded, the
best way
is still
to go
through the
main entrance
– because you
still kind
of get
the wow
effect of
entering a
different world
(remember I
said kind
of). You
can get
a taxi
or you
can get
the metro
to Lesseps (Green line) and walk from
there – it's
about fifteen
minutes away
but ten
of those
fifteen minutes
are up
a steep
hill. Depending
on what
month you're
in you
may want
to bring
emergency deodorant.
The first
thing you
see when
you enter
the park
is the
tourists. And
the second
thing. And
the third
thing. The
fourth thing
is the
queue for
the ladies
toilets so
go before
you get
there. The
fifth thing
is the
only two
houses of
the town
that were
completed. Essentially
they look
like places
you imagine
hobbits living
in or
the witches
house that
Hansel and
Gretel ate.
Curvy and
cute. You
can go
inside though
they're less
cute inside.
Parc Guell 2. See what I mean about hobbits |
After looking
at the
houses for
a while
you can
head for
the lizard
– the mosaic
creature that
launched a
thousand fridge
magnets. You
can't miss
it as
most of
Italy's
teenagers will
be lolling
on it.
It is
a remarkable
sculpture – flamboyant
and colourful.
You will
probably wait
in vain
for the
opportunity for
a clear
picture.
After you've
finally reluctantly
accepted that
Giovanni and
Paulo and
their wannabe
rapper hand
gestures are
going to
have feature
in your
photo album
after all
push through
the throng
and head
up the
steps. The
next thing
you encounter
will be
what was
intended to
be the
town's covered
market where
presumably the
townspeople would
have sold
each other
custom made
wands and
magic beans.
What's fascinating
about the
market area
is that
it feels
a little
like being
amongst the
roots of
a tree.
Gaudi achieves
this effect
by not
allowing any
of the
many pillars
that support
it to
be completely
straight. They
are all
slightly off
to some
degree or
other which
makes the
whole thing
feel more
natural – he
was obviously
trying to
blend the
mad-made structures
in with
the natural
as harmoniously
as he
could. While
the lizard
attracts young
teenagers, the
market seems
to bring
out the
modelling ambitions
of many
of the
young women
who visit
it. They
lean against
the pillars
heads tossed
back with
one leg
provocatively bent
or pout
with hands
on their
hips while
their worried
boyfriends do
their level
best to
be David
Bailey.
After seeing
what the
next Kate
Moss won't
look like
go up
the left
hand staircase. Halfway
up you
will notice
a sort
of cloister
branch off.
Here Gaudi
has created
an artificial
wood. It
is well
worth wandering
down and
touching it.
Never did
stone look
more like
the bark
of a
tree. It
echoes the
devotion to
authentically depicting
the natural
world that
is also
shown on
the Nativity
facade of
La Sagrada
Familia.
Continue up
the stairs
and you
will come
to a
wide open
terrace surrounded
by what
is unquestionably the greatest
park bench
in the
world. The
bench is
my personal
highlight of Parc
Guell. A
vivid curly
mosaic that
snakes round
in a
large irregular
semi-circle.
One of
my favourite
things about
Gaudi is
how he
stamps such
intense creativity
on seemingly
mundane things
– the street
lamps of
Las Ramblas
are another
example. But
the park
bench takes
it to
another level.
Before I
saw it,
coming from
England,
I believed
there was
nothing more
prosaic – dull
and brown,
often soggy
after a
recent shower,
embossed with
a plaque
commemorating the forgotten
life of
a local
worthy. Gaudi
turns that
into a
blazing riot
of mazy
colours.
It makes
you want
to cheer.
There is
pretty much
always space
to sit
and half-turning
round you
get one
of the
best views
of Barcelona and
the sea
to be
had from
within the
city itself.
This was
intended to
be the
town square
(though Gaudi,
of course,
would never
allow a
square to
actually be
square) where
the local
fantasy folk
would sit
and discuss
the latest
spells and
the awful
price of
broomsticks. It's
so effective
that if
I wasn't
such a
misanthropic grouch
I might
even consider
talking to
a stranger.
Parc Guell 3. The best park bench in the world |
Not of
course that
you'll have
any problem
finding people
who want
to talk
to you.
They mainly
do this
because they
want to
sell you
stuff – earrings,
scarfs, handbags
- that
kind of
thing. If
you're lucky
the police
will do
one of
their regular
drive throughs.
Watch all
the earrings,
scarves and
handbags disappear
in the
blink of
an eye.
It's like
magic.
According to
the guide
books if
you walk
upwards from
the bench
into the
main body
of the
park you
will leave
the tourists
behind. You
will find
solitude, delightful
hidden paths
and stumble
upon sculptures
of all
manner of
animal. And
while it's
true that
you'll leave
the tourists
behind I've
not seen
much in
the way
of delightful
hidden paths.
All I've
got is
hotter and
sweatier.
So personally,
I'd call
it a
day after
the bench. Parc
Guell's popularity
means you
are never
going to
be able
to fully
experience the
hazy, lazy
idyll its
creator dreamed.
But sitting
on the
bench and
looking out
to sea
you might
just catch
a fleeting
glimpse.
Useful
Spanish words/phrases
:
Perdona
: Excuse
me.
Quiero ir al Parc Guell. ¿ Cuánto cuesta?
- I
want to
go to
Parc Guell.
How much
will it
cost?
If
you fancy
chatting :
¡Mira! Esto
es un
banco de
parc verdadero. - Now that’s
what I
call a
park bench!
Quitate del lagarto, por favor – Could
you get
off the
lizard please?
Puede
hacer pucheros
hasta el
martes que
viene pero
no aparecerá
en la
portada de
Vogue nunca
– She can
pout until
next Tuesday
but she’s never going
to make
the cover
of Vogue
¡Mira! ¡Mira! !La guardía urbana! Es un chiste hombre. ¿No tienes un sentido de humor? – Look out! The police! I
was joking.
Don’t
you have
a sense
of humour?
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