Attractions in Barcelona

A jagged, defiant forest of stone and light that’s been a construction site since 1882, proving that some obsessions are worth the century-long wait.

A failed housing project turned psychedelic playground where Gaudí’s broken-tile dreams collide with the crushing reality of ten thousand selfie sticks.

The chaotic, pigeon-swarmed heart of Barcelona where the old city slams into the new, serving as a high-stakes crossroads for tourists, pickpockets, and commuters alike.

A chaotic, sensory assault of hanging ham, twitching seafood, and elbow-to-elbow tourists, where the soul of Barcelona still hides behind the €2 fruit smoothies.

Gaudí’s skeletal masterpiece on Passeig de Gràcia is a hallucinogenic middle finger to boring architecture, where walls curve like waves and the roof wears a dragon’s skin.

A hollowed-out cathedral of football currently under the knife. Even amidst the construction cranes, the ghost of Messi and the weight of Catalan identity remain heavy in the air.

A stone beast on Passeig de Gràcia that looks like a wave frozen in time, topped with a roof of stone warriors guarding the skyline of a city Gaudí tried to reinvent.

Forget the cold marble of Paris. This is a red-brick, Neo-Mudéjar middle finger to military tradition, built for a 1888 party that put Barcelona on the map.

Barcelona’s backyard where military ghosts meet drum circles, Gaudi’s early flex on a fountain, and a life-sized stone mammoth that has seen more than its fair share of weirdness.

While the crowds flock to Gaudí’s sandcastle, the city’s real soul sits here in the dark, guarded by thirteen white geese and the bones of a martyred girl.

A sprawling, tiled fever dream where healing met high art. While the crowds choke the Sagrada Família, this former hospital offers a quiet, visceral hit of pure Catalan Modernism.

A sprawling, diesel-fumed gateway where 1929 grandeur meets a bullring-turned-mall, all under the watchful eye of Montjuïc’s looming palace and the roar of a six-way traffic circus.