It’s funny what a glimpse of something’s worth can do. We were about thirty miles out of the city, at a monastery perched among the jagged, serrated edges of a Catalonian mountain, when we first saw the entrance to the gallery. It was a matter of simple deduction – there were plenty of free things to do and see, mountain walks, the basilica, the hermitages – there was no need to spend €10 of each of our travel budgets going into what could surely only be a small parochial gallery? And so we did all those other things until, on our...
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