Sixtytwo Hotel
Gastro hotel surrounded by glamour
The most exclusive fashion designs.
Sits the bijoux hotel, boutique and élite
Steeped in history, a chronicle of the past
Where obsolete meets eternity.
The Casa Batlló, the dragon that’s slain
The scales that are slipping from your sight.
The House of Bones shoulder to shoulder
With Sixtytwo measures of luxury.
Contemporary and bygone cheek by jowl.
The elegant and palatial sit side by side
Breathing in the scent of Mediterranean petals
As they catch the wind and sigh.
Antonio’s masterpiece, visceral, blinks in the evening light
And eager sightseers drift back in the magical night.
St George sleeps with the dragon until warm light of day
And pilgrims are welcomed to the smart hotel by its owner,
And all is at peace, both ancient and modern
In the Passeig de Gràcia, secret Barcelona.
By Linda Prince
By Linda Prince
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