In Barcelona, women hang
their laundry out to dry.
Bright-colored dresses, shirts
pinned next to pale underwear,
next to blue jeans, capture our attention
like frescoes blowing in the wind.
\Throughout the vast and boulevarded city,
Gaudí's undulating wonders dance:
bold broken tiles placed one-by-one-by-one,
pieces in a world-size puzzle--
turn into an apartment, park,
unfinished church.
\In the tapas bars,
tasty, bite-sized appetizers
meld like mosaics into meals.
Swallowing is art in Barcelona.

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