The Palau de la Musica says "Look at me!" with Chili Palmer-like conviction. With its glass balustrades, stained-glass ceiling and ornate ceramic tiling, it's glorious and over the top. Hearing music there is like sitting in the midst of a carousel, full of lights and colors and whimsical ornamentation. 
We heard guitarist Manuel Gonzalez play, great stuff, full orchestrations on a mere six strings. My fingers were positively twitching with envy.
Afterward, we went into a place in the neighborhood for tapas and dessert: meat-stuffed croquettes served with pimenton-sprinkled aioli; divinely fresh oyster mushrooms sauteed with butter, wine and herbs, too salty but very good nonetheless (which could be said of much of the food I ate in Spain); fig ice cream with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Everything was very good and everything went great with a glass of cava.
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