Barbastro, a little place that we passed by en route to the Spanish Pyrenees, was quiet and run down in some parts. But the buildings and architecture hint at a rich history of times gone by when it must have been a lustrious place. The ancient walls and passageways must have seen many a battle from its Celtic origins, then Roman times when it got its name, to Islamic conquest as part of the Visigoth kingdom, then the Christians, reconquering by the Moors, and finally the Reconquest again when it became a bishopric seat..
I especially love this building and its narrow archway, full of antique elegance and magnetic character, like an enticing gateway to the tumultuous dreams of its glorious past, which is the essence of this surreal piece.
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