On the way back to the hotel I stopped in the church to visit with the Black Madona.
Packed. Sat in front of the bacilica and sketched rocks, eavesdropping on Russian tourists.
Back on the bus, and back down the mountain and on to Barcelona. Checked into the hotel, packed my concert things into my daypack and bused down to Las Ramblas. Walked to Eglesia de Santa Maria del Pi, and had lunch, and chocolate, in the plaza.
Dressed, rehearsed (a bit of polishing, and, by the way, Levantou is back as an encore). Sang O virgo Splendens one more time as a canon.
Free time. Quickly tried to learn Dutch in time to sing a freshly minted comic song for the party.
One last concert in the Esglesia de Santa Maria del Pi (whose motif is a pineapple) in Barri Gotic. It was finished in the 14th century in the typical Catalan Gothic style, reaching for breadth instead of height. (A beggar wandered up and down the center aisle during one of the instrumentals.)
After the concert we walked en masse into El Raval to dinner. Comic song, speeches, wine, toasts. During the course of the meal there came toasts and speeches. Peggy gave a rendition of the Seven Joys of ZommerZang, with a chorus, in Dutch, rendered by the non-Dutch-speaking singers. After dessert, the instrumental staff launched into the pork-chop cantiga, and dancing erupted, while the wait staff cowered in the kitchen. After we had calmed down and sat down, they ventured out to serve coffee. Strong, black coffee.
At 12:30, we walked en masse back to Las Ramblas, where the bus picked us up and took us back to the hotel.
