It is just fortuitous that on my recent long weekend in Barcelona I took so many photographs of stairs. They fit nicely with Ailsa’s (Where’s my backpack?) travel theme of the week – up.
Without further ado some Barcelona stairs:
A set of stairs and more importantly stair rails in Gaudí’s Casa Batlló, Passeig de Gràcia which was built in 1877 as is said to have no straight lines on its exterior and indeed its interior either.
These attic stairs were roped off but I had to take a peek to see where such Lilliputian steps led.
Heaven knows what was beyond that tiny door.
being mrscarmichael 
I love the wood on those first set of stairs. I want stairs like this in my house! 😉
The whole house is amazing as are his others. It was my second visit and probably won’t be my last.
That first set of stairs, stunning. But I could definitely see myself with the third set to nowhere. 😀
having just looked through my 400+ pics (yes, 400) I realise I took many more of stairs – why?
Hmm, maybe your subconscious is thinking about your next step in life? 🙂
oh, mrs fringe you are so prescient.
That’s why I get the big bucks.
Oh wait. 😉
Gaudí – lovely wooden wonder!
He was a visionary I think.
As soon as I saw that first set I thought, Gaudi.
And of course you were so right. There’s no one unite like him.
And I still haven’t decided if that is a good thing …
It’s probably a good thing but I do love his work and it makes every trip to Barcelona memorable.
First stairs wins!!! look at those curves and wood textures…a work of art indeed!
I totally agree.
Stairs are extremely inspiring for thought, deep dripping thought.s.. I find myself running up and down looking for something that cannot always be found…; and when I do, invariably, it is on one side, abandoned… , full of dust… or I find it on the banister …there, stuck on a stain of muck..,; the shape of a memory… or a wondering well… a fatal dream… It could be anything! And my heart stops briefly, and my breath takes a different pace…Those pictures in my head!…GO AWAY! ( I do not want to see them again…).That is what they make me feel, all those torturous steps on a step case…Still, I love them, they provoke my aim, build my objectives, create a chain of colourful flowers and aromatic trees,, playful streams and soothing green fields, and I inhale the air they make…and I ,, at last, fell well….and FREE!
Mrs Carmicharel, I know I am rubbish and mad! Still, these is the way a ‘see ‘them with my partially sight.
Mayte J.R.P. (mis apellidos)
Que te parece? 🙂
I think that’s beautiful. That’s what I think. You should write more poetry.
My dear friend,
I am very often flooded with feelings and thoughts, but the ‘code’ fails me: WORDS. I am trying to read more, to see if those words pop into my mind and carry the essence of my heart….Not easy, I find…All that fresh air! All those million colours! All those leaves, red, brown yellow and green! And, that fresh wind blowing my spirit in a happy song climbing up the white clouds, , cushions in the sky where I rest my busy mind….and put my dreams to sleep for a while…,.Some times I am a dream where the dreaming body does not exist…Some times, I wonder still and imagine me without my body…without my problems… without my guilt…So, I conclude that , I would be free! Free of pain, free of duty, free happiness -whatever it may be- free of everything: free of ME!
To my dear friend Mrs Carlmichael.
Mayte JRP xxxxxx