Since I had an awful stomach flu this weekend, and although I only ever had a mojito once in my life before, this one will definitely be the last. However this is the perfect opportunity to walk you around my new neighborhood, which in part is because I am discovering it myself also for the first time.
Horta, back when my grandmother was a young girl, was considered a weekend getaway for regular folks, taking a long ride on a streetcar, to breath the mountain air, and also where some rich folks would have a second home.
Because of the expansion the city has gone through these past decades, these suburban towns have become neighborhoods of the big city, but many locals still consider their town to be independent of Barcelona, and so we see evidence of this, like this mural here, that has already been "touched up" by blacking over the catalan flags and some writing. Not everyone respects the artist's point of view.
This is my street, Mas Pujol, a very quiet small street, and just one street over from the Font d'en Fargas, which is a very old water source that is public, so even though there is now a restaurant built around it, the access to the public remains open, as many of the older folk continue to go fill up their jugs from the fountain.
I love how most homes around here are houses as opposed to apartment buildings, some are the original old ones, some have been remodeled conserving the the original structure and facade, and others have been torn down to build new apartment buildings, although there is a height limit here in Horta, so the maximum is four story building.
then of course the church around the corner
and the trash=grey bin, compost=brown bin, paper=blue bin, glass= green, plastic, tin and brix= yellow bin
and I bet you were thinking: where's Wilbur
Love the tile! :)
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