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port and the Liceu Opera House was seedier than before. There
was asense that people who should have been in jail were walking
about freely, a feeling that the police might swoop at any moment.
This was Picasso’s stomping ground in the years when he lived
in the city; this was where George Orwell, in May 1937, watched
fascinated as the crowd built barricades with speed and skill. Now
men stood around, watching and waiting while all around them
street-sellers sold jewellery and rugs, cheap cassettes and Indian
clothes.
The Rambla began as a small stream, a seasonal river whose
channel was used in the dry season as a roadway. In the fourteenth
century as the city grew it was included within new walls, and
then in the eighteenth century the stream was diverted and became
the street which Federico Garcý´a Lorca hoped would go on for
ever. Some of the buildings are from the eighteenth century: the
Virreina Palace, near the market, was built in the 1770s, as was
the Casa March, further down on the other side. But most date
from the nineteenth century, including the Liceu Opera House,
which was built in 1847 and re-built after a fire in 1861.
A few of the buildings were constructed in the style for which
the city later became famous: using tiles, mosaics and floral motifs,
mixing medieval images with the idioms of the Art Nouveau
movement, with decoration and colour on the outside of build-ings.
L’Antiga Casa Figueres, for example, was first built in 1902,
and is now restored and again in use as a cake shop.
Across the road one of the banks has bought and restored
L’Antiga Botiga Bruno Cuadros, finished in 1885 with all the
elaborate colour and subtle decoration of its original pastiche
Japanese style. But these buildings stand out on the Rambla; by
the time serious money was available for building in Barcelona,
the Rambla had ceased to be fashionable, and was replaced by the
Rambla de Catalunya and the Passeig de Gra`cia.
The atmosphere changes once you pass the Opera House and
the coloured tiles designed by Miro´ into the more stable and solid
world of the flower-sellers. People walk dierently, the clothes are
smarter, no one wonders if you are easy prey. It is relaxed, as you
walk past the bird-sellers’ stalls, towards the Plac¸a deCatalunya.
As always, there was a queue that Sunday outside Agut, the
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