Postcards from Casa Milà

 
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà
Postcards from Casa Milà

From the ground, you can barely make out the tips of the chimneys atop Casa Milà. If Gaudi's work had (somehow) gone unnoticed, I'm sure this space would have easily become a best kept secret. Much like the rooftop gardens you hear about in London; I can imagine it as a rumoured place only seen in glimpses. 

Contrast to the city below, Casa Milà's rooftop was - as Björk would put it - oh so quiet. Apart from the occasional breeze, chatter from a class of Spanish students who asked me to take their picture, and sounds drifting up from the busy streets, the space was tranquil. So tranquil in fact, that Lizzie and I spent an hour or so simply soaking it all in.