“Most visits to Spain are trouble-free, but you should be alert to the existence of street crime, especially thieves using distraction techniques. Thieves often work in teams of two or more people and tend to target money and passports.” British Foreign Office Advice
The modern parts of Barcelona are a triumph of urban planning. We were staying in the Eixample district which was planned and built about one hundred and fifty years ago by a man called Ildefons Cerdà and is characterized by long straight streets, a strict grid pattern crossed by wide avenues and square blocks with chamfered corners all of which means that the traffic always flows freely in a slick one-way system and it is easy to navigate on foot.
Eixample, rather unimaginatively, simply translates as ‘expansion district’ and was developed when the old town of Barcelona became too small and overcrowded, the medieval city walls were demolished and the city overflowed like a river bursting its banks. This is where to visit the Sagrada Familia and the modernist architecture of Antoni Gaudi but today we turned our backs on this and found our way to the old town and the Gothic Quarter.
I mention these details about Eixample because the old town of Barcelona is a complete contrast with a maze of winding narrow streets with soaring buildings that block out the sun, where laundry hangs out to dry, shutters are thrown open like butterfly wings and balcony gardens are stacked in the sky.
This is where to find sections of the original Roman Wall, the Jewish Quarter and the Cathedral of the Holy Cross and Saint Eulalia which although now eclipsed perhaps by Gaudi’s Sagrada Familia is the one true Roman Cathedral of Barcelona.
It is quite a nice but these days I am beginning to agree with Kim that all Cathedrals tend to be rather similar and instantly forgettable once back outside the front door so I have become interested instead in the stories of the Saints who are commemorated in these places and this I think is a good one.
By the way, if you are squeamish about torture, mutilation and murder you might want to close your eyes, skip this part of the post and go straight to the next picture below.
Saint Eulalia was a thirteen year-old Christian girl who suffered martyrdom in Barcelona during the persecution of Christians in the reign of Emperor Diocletian as a consequence of refusing to renounce her faith.
The Romans subjected her to thirteen tortures…
- Imprisonment in a very tiny cell barely big enough for a mouse,
- being whipped,
- scourging of the flesh with metal hooks,
- walking barefoot on burning embers,
- mutilation,
- rubbing her wounds with rough stones,
- branding with cast iron,
- throwing boiling oil and,
- molten lead over her,
- submerged in burning lime,
- locked in a flea box,
- rolled down a hill, naked, in a barrel full of knives, swords and glass,
- crucified in the form of a cross.
Eulalia must have been really tough cookie because even after all of this she was still alive so they finished the job by cutting off her head. A dove is supposed to have flown from her neck following her decapitation and that is why the Cathedral keeps thirteen white geese (one for each of the tortures) in the cloister in memory of her. Geese because doves fly away I guess.
After the Cathedral we strolled slowly to the sea front and the modern marina and then headed back to the centre along the iconic La Rambla.
La Rambla is a riot, an eclectic mix of sights and sounds which easily strays from modern to medieval and back with impressive ease. Here are the boutiques and tourist shops, the street statues and entertainers, the tapas bars and souvenir stalls but alongside them are the market stalls and animal livestock sales which would appear to be more appropriate to a shopping experience in the Middle Ages.
Barcelona has a reputation for being the pick-pocket capital of Europe and La Rambla is certainly a place to keep a firm grip on your wallet. As it turned out we didn’t need Santa Eulalia to look out for us because we had Kim. Ever since being robbed on the Athens Metro she is always suspicious and ever alert to danger and paced out La Rambla with eyes swiveling left and right, up and down like Liam Neeson after four shots of double espresso and forever heeding her warnings we successfully negotiated the walk from south to north before arriving safely back in Plaça Catalunya and what had become our favourite lunchtime café.
Other Unlikely Saint Stories…
St Edmund, the Patron Saint of Pandemics
Saint James and Santiago de Compostella
The Feast of Saint Paul’s Shipwreck
Sounds like Eixample is similar to Milton Keynes, but with charm!
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Ha Ha, same grid pattern but the comparison stops there.
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Good for Kim! 🙂 🙂 I have to admit I didn’t feel entirely relaxed there. And I’d forgotten about poor Eulalia. How could I? Our walking tour lingered on the grisly details too.
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To be fair I never felt threatened or in any danger. Lots of police on the streets and security on the Metro. It was the same in Naples. It seems that more and more big cities are taking care not to get a bad reputation that spoils the tourist trade!
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No not threatened Andrew. Cautious x
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Well done Kim!
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Like having a personal bodyguard!
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😀😀
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The story of Eulalia beggars belief
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Unlikely Saint stories need to be taken with a large pinch of salt!
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Quite so 🙂
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It’s always fun reading the innovative tortures invented by humans . . . and subsequently adopted by pious christians in the name of their loving god.
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My favourite is make a man wear a pair or wet leather boots then make him sit in front of a fire so that they shrink and cause insufferable pain!
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That seems rather benign . . . Chinese women did that sort of thing voluntarily. Or, was it Japanese? I forget.
Also, women who wore corsets.
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The Ramblas is world famous for pickpockets and there is now special police to bring down the incidents. Many big cities have this, that is why they go there. Eixample =Ensanche (sp) widening (en) expansion of the city; my favorite while there now going to near plaça d’Espanya (Spain square) next Oct. Cheers
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I was robbed in Barcelona in 2005, not the Ramblas but close to Sagrada Familia. I had to admire how clever the chap was that picked my pocket. Didn’t see any trouble this time but a lot more security. Barcelona doesn’t want its reputation as pickpocket capital of Europe.
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Well you said 2005 now at least is more security
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Certainly agree with you about cathedrals, we tend to just admire the architecture externally now unless there’s something inside we want to see. English examples included Magna Carta at Salisbury, Textus Rofensis at Rochester, Mappa Munda at Hereford, plus the stained glass and columns at Durham. Also a recent visit to Barcelona involved a day in the city with a couple of Catalan friends who kept well away from the tourist streets because of crime. I wonder why this has happened there specifically?
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I was robbed there in 2005. I fell for the trick of squirting dirty water onto my jacket. I took it off to let a kind gentleman help me clean it off and ten seconds later I had no wallet. Within 10 minutes my bank account was empty and I spent an enjoyable day at the Police Station and the British Embassy Office. The police officer dealing with my case was keen that I should understand that the pickpockets in Barcelona are not Catalans but thieves from Spanish speaking South America. Cities with high crime statistics always blame immigrants!
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Correlation does not always mean causality, but sometimes……. it does!
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re the similarity of cathedrals, I found this to be the case when an external disk became corrupted some years ago and I lost my pictures. I managed to recover most of them, with help, but all captions and metadata had disappeared leaving me wondering which cathedral was which and which landscape belonged to which country!
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Sainthood is not for the faint of heart!
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Certainly not, I prefer the ordinary way of life!
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That is a magnificent sight when looked at from above. And every roof covered with the same coloured tiles.
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Urban planning at its best.
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I dont believe that torture Andrew.
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Seems a most unlikely sequence of events!
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Have to say I much prefer the Cathedral of the Holy Cross and Saint Eulalia to Gaudi’s architecture, but the list of tortures was almost comical. Is there some contest going for the most tortured or done with the most fervor… or ingenuity?
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The qualifications for Sainthood require a miraculous set of events otherwise any Tom, Dick, And Harry who has misfortunes thrust upon them by the gods would qualify for sainthood.
At least, that’s how I read it. In the case of this saint, it could be argued god intervened to keep her suffering as long as possible whereas otherwise, she might have died after one or two ordeals and be today just another nameless human from that time.
I suppose being so favored is considered an honor.
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I agree with you about the cathedral.
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Poor lady! I visited the Spanish Inquisition museum in Córdoba and was horrified to find out what an Iron Maiden was. Certainly had me running for the hills!
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Quite amazingly What ingenious tortures we have come up witn!
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A clever choice for the letter “X” !
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Thank you John.
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Eulalia certainly deserved a sainthood
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I do like a good saint story.
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😎
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My daughter and I stayed in Eixample when we visited Barcelona, easy walk to the Plaça Catalunya and metro station. We were wary about pickpockets and only took enough with us for the day with a small bag well and truly kept close to our bodies. We never felt unsafe though, but after being mugged in Namibia I don’t take any chances now.
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I was robbed in Barcelona in 2005 by a pickpocket and I spent most of the day in a police station. I am very wary now wherever I go.
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Nice to have Kim along. Sorry to hear you have learned due to past experiences. So far, I’ve been lucky.
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Kim was robbed on the Athens metro in 2008. Lost her camera.
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Ugh. That is awful. And scary.
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