Surrealism Anyone? (Figueres)
Our trip to Spain was almost finally at an end. Our final destinations were to Girona (where the cheap-ass budget airlines fly out from) and Figueres (to visit Salvador Dalí's Museum).
We caught the train up to Girona which we later decided was a pissant hole with not much to do. This was entirely due to our hotel being very very far away and the complete lack of public transportation to there as it was some kind of feast day. Nevertheless, we managed to leg it all the way out of town to the hotel, drop off our backpacks, then back into town to the train station again to hop on the next train to Figueres. We made it to the Teatre-Museu Dalí with about two hours to check things out. Figueres was Dalí's hometown and the place where he settled with his promiscuous wife (who he stole off a Russian friend).
His cadillac, which rains on the inside if you put some coins in the slot.
Inside the museum. This was actually a theatre that burnt-down. The town approached him and asked if he wanted to set up a museum of his works and his art collection. He helped re-design everything.
Wobbly egg paintings.
A painting of Paris. That's the Eiffel Tower, of course.
Strategically-placed sofa, fireplaces and Paris paintings morph into one Mae West.
His portrait of Picasso.
A funky doorway.
Melty clocks. I think this was over his bed...
Eggs on parade on the roof of the museum.
He really thought outside the box this one. Can you see what is reflected on the bottle?
We then tried to leave the Teatre-Museu site next door to the Dalí Joies (Jewels), which was included in our ticket, but the surly and rude guard refused to let us in.
This is the front of the museum. I like the statue of the deep-sea diver. Very cool.
Then we caught the train back to Girona for the long walk home. We got some tapas and beer on the way and had a nice meal in one of their restaurants at the main square.
We caught the train up to Girona which we later decided was a pissant hole with not much to do. This was entirely due to our hotel being very very far away and the complete lack of public transportation to there as it was some kind of feast day. Nevertheless, we managed to leg it all the way out of town to the hotel, drop off our backpacks, then back into town to the train station again to hop on the next train to Figueres. We made it to the Teatre-Museu Dalí with about two hours to check things out. Figueres was Dalí's hometown and the place where he settled with his promiscuous wife (who he stole off a Russian friend).
His cadillac, which rains on the inside if you put some coins in the slot.
Inside the museum. This was actually a theatre that burnt-down. The town approached him and asked if he wanted to set up a museum of his works and his art collection. He helped re-design everything.
Wobbly egg paintings.
A painting of Paris. That's the Eiffel Tower, of course.
Strategically-placed sofa, fireplaces and Paris paintings morph into one Mae West.
His portrait of Picasso.
A funky doorway.
Melty clocks. I think this was over his bed...
Eggs on parade on the roof of the museum.
He really thought outside the box this one. Can you see what is reflected on the bottle?
We then tried to leave the Teatre-Museu site next door to the Dalí Joies (Jewels), which was included in our ticket, but the surly and rude guard refused to let us in.
This is the front of the museum. I like the statue of the deep-sea diver. Very cool.
Then we caught the train back to Girona for the long walk home. We got some tapas and beer on the way and had a nice meal in one of their restaurants at the main square.
posted by DnT Blog Guest at
1:00 AM
2 Comments:
that's a cool place, the spanish landscape seems so different to other parts of europe.
what is that metallic bottle suppose to relect? looks like a catepillar to me.
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case-in-point, at 4:17 AM
it's supposed to be a skull. There were other cool ones there too. What an ingeniuous man. One of the other bottles showed the reflection of a naked lady. mmm yum ;p
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DnT Blog Guest, at 2:58 PM
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