Park Guell Barcelona Sunset Countdown Timer

Park Guell at sunset is a place where the architecture looks like it was designed by somebody who had never been told what a building is supposed to do, and I mean that as the highest compliment. The two pavilions in the foreground are covered in broken tile mosaic, blue and white and green, with roofs that curve like something out of a storybook, and one of them has a spire topped with a cross that looks like it might take off at any moment. Beyond them the whole of Barcelona falls away to the sea, a dense pink and orange carpet of rooftops, and the Mediterranean is a flat grey line on the horizon. The sky was doing that gradient thing again, yellow at the bottom, then peach, then a soft blue, with no clouds to interrupt it. I was standing on a terrace with about forty other people, all of us facing the same direction, and for once nobody was talking. The light was going. The city was enormous. And then somebody's phone rang, and everybody laughed, and it was over. We all turned around and walked back up the hill together, quietly.