Mataro

Not every day includes the Sangria Family and Casa Battlo and other Barcelona sights. We were tired, the Saturday forecast was foul (wrong; as always), and so we decided to laze around the campground and do the wash and maybe take the shuttle into nearby Mataro for some provisions. Have I mentioned the campground, Camping Barcelona? All things considered (amenities, price, location, access to sights), it might well be the best campground in Europe, in our experience. And our experience is now considerable. Every day we figure maybe we'll finish up and leave the next day, but Barcelona and Camping Barcelona are just too nice to leave. [We stayed three more days)].

Mataro is a little town of 120,000 about two
kilometers from Camping Barcelona--the
shuttle runs more or less hourly--and perhaps
15 miles east of Barcelona; beautiful little
beach city, a little touristy, but why not? Here
some shirts in a shirtshop I liked

They'd not heard of Menlo Park; wish I'd
bought the Tshirt

Mataro old market, somewhat Modernisme

Some beautiful old buildings here too

Ditto

In City Hall, costumes from the Mardi Gras parade

TI and Chamber of Commerce-approved ad
campaign; I hope the Brits remembered to
copyright the "keep calm" thing; it's
everywhere

Main drag, Mataro, Saturday afternoon (siesta)

Merry-go-round with swings (we're thinking of you, Penelope)

Egyptian hospital

Fortunes told, 12.50 euros