THE NAKED PHOTO ALBUM - BARRR-CEEEE- LO-NAAAA! This page has some pictures I took in April 2002 of the amazing, contradictory city of Barcelona in northeast Spain. Where else could you see porno-rabbits?

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PAUL'S THOUGHT: CATALAN. NOT A WAREHOUSE RETAIL CLUB.

Top left: My artistic view of the amazing chimneys on the roof of a building called Casa Mila in Barcelona. This picture is also on my Arty Farty page because I think it's quite arty and also farty. The eccentric architect Gaudi was responsible for many strange sights in Barcelona, of which these are some of the oddest.	Top middle: April 2002. The twin towers on Barcelona's waterfront make a grim reminder of the events in America a few months earlier. Beyond them, on the left, is Barcelona's own World Trade Centre. I think it's the building with the enormous fish on the roof. A nice shot made with my camera's night-photo feature.	Top right: In the north of Barcelona is Parc Güell, home of a famous fountain called Draco. He was lovely, but so surrounded by people it was hard to get a good picture of him. Instead, I took a small pleasure in taking a shot of his hand (claw? Paw?) More pictures in this 500k Flash animation.
Bottom left: I've never been to a place of more contrasts than Barcelona. On one hand, graffiti everywhere. I even saw a fluffy pink toy rabbit sat on a street corner sporting a set of crudely (no pun intended. Much) spray-painted male genitals. On the other hand, works of wonderful street art like this.	Bottom middle: A somewhat older tower.... This fine structure with enticing staircase was in the grounds of the hotel I stayed in for a conference (about 15 miles, and a 2.20 Euro train ride, from town) and very nice it looked too.	Bottom right: I couldn't resist joining this line-up. I didn't have a tripod with me (I'm not totally mad. I walked about 8 miles across town that afternoon, in quite high temperatures) so I took this by holding the camera at arms length, lining it up using it's handy 2.5" LCD screen and then looking away to take the picture.

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PAUL'S THOUGHT: MY MUM TOLD ME I SHOULD GET SOME
COLOUR IN MY CHEEKS, SO I HAD MY ARSE TATTOOED.

Top left: The signs are good! On the wall outside Parc Güell there are several colourful mosaic tiled signs like these. They lend the entrance a sense of occasion and add to the overall effect of the approach to the park. Bottom left: As I've said elsewhere; 'In the north of Barcelona is Parc Güell, home of a famous fountain called Draco. He was lovely, but so surrounded by people it was hard to get a good picture of him.' Instead, I took the clearest angle of him I could find, which was basically this one of a man having his head savaged whilst his daughter looked on in mute horror.

Top middle: Christopher Columbus is alleged to have links with Barcelona, and that's reason enough (if reason were needed) to put a huge great statue of him at the top of a pole, pointing out to sea, by the harbour. Here we see Chris discovering a streetlamp... Bottom middle: As I've said before; 'I've never been to a place of more contrasts than Barcelona. On one hand, graffiti everywhere. I even saw a fluffy pink toy rabbit sat on a street corner sporting a set of crudely (how else?!) spray-painted male genitals. On the other hand, works of wonderful street art like this.' I'm not sure what it all means, but I do like it.

Top right: I saw this brightly coloured Pigeon of Paradise in the gardens of the hotel I was staying in. I assume it's some sort of local custom, as opposed to a horrific birth defect caused by it's mother eating a packet of smarties whilst pregnant. Or incubating. Or whatever. Some sort of racing colours perhaps? Bottom right: Again in Parc Güell, (I hope you appreciate the trouble I went to getting those dots there) I sort shelter from the sun (it was only April, but it was quite hot) in this odd, slanting tunnel which linked the higher gardens with the lower entrance to the park.

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