Went back to Sergi's without a plan for the afternoon and he suggested going up Tibidabo. A mountain on the edge of town with a big church and amusement park on the top. A digression here: I've read all the books by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, a Spanish writer from Barcelona , all set in the city in the 1940s. Many of the iconic sights here are referenced in the books, including Tibidabo, so this was somewhat of a pilgrimage though the city bears little resemblance to the Barcelona where his books are set. Getting there inoved first the metro, then a transfer to a train followed by a funicular up the mountain and, finally a bus to the top.
And what a fabulous view! After the warmth of the city, I wasn't prepared for the cold wind but it was so lovely I spent quite a while. One can go all the way to the top of the church by elevator where there is a 360 degree view, from the ocean to the south to Monserrate to the north. The sun was setting and the light was great