A City You Make With Your Hands
On Gaudí’s unfinished masterpiece, second visits, a square full of schoolchildren in Toledo – and
why Spain is where we take people to make, not to look.
By Preeti Toraskar · Founder, SoulTales
Let me say the unfashionable thing first: the most famous sight in Barcelona deserves every minute of its queue.
I have stood inside the Sagrada Família and felt what everyone feels and nobody quite manages to describe – that Gaudí wasn’t decorating a building but growing one, that the columns really do branch like a stone forest, that the light through those windows does something to you that photographs have been failing to capture for a hundred years. Mesmerising is the word people reach for. It’s the right word. If you go to Barcelona once in your life, you go for this, and you’re correct to.
But here is the detail about that building that took me until my second visit to properly see – and it changed how I understand the whole city.
The Sagrada Família isn’t finished. It has never been finished. For over a hundred and forty years, it has been a working construction site – sculptors, stonemasons, architects and craftspeople labouring on it right now, this morning, as you read this. The most visited monument in Spain is not a relic being preserved. It is a workshop, mid-task, with scaffolding for jewellery.
Think about what that means. Every city’s number-one attraction tells you what that city worships. Paris crowns a tower, Rome a ruin, Agra a tomb. Barcelona put an unfinished piece of craftsmanship at the top of the world’s checklist – a thing whose entire magic is that people are still making it. The city’s most famous sight is, secretly, an argument: that making beats having made.
The second visit
I believe every place has two faces, and the second visit is where it stops performing for you. My first time in Barcelona, I did what first times are for – the façades, the boulevards, the Gaudí trail, the viewing. It was wonderful, and it was the performance.
The second visit, the city relaxed. And what came forward, once the famous surfaces had stopped demanding all my attention, was how much of Barcelona is workshop. This is the city where a teenage Picasso trained, where Miró kept returning; a city whose old quarters are still threaded with studios – ceramicists, printmakers, textile artists, mosaicists working in trencadís, the broken-tile technique Gaudí made famous – most of them behind the kind of half-open doors I have spent my travelling life being pulled through. Barcelona’s genius was never really in its monuments. Its monuments are just the visible tip of a city that has been making things with its hands for centuries, and hasn’t stopped.
Once you see it, you can’t unsee it: the viewing city and the making city, same coordinates. And you realise the queue at the Sagrada Família is thousands of people paying to look at what this city will happily let you do.
The square in Toledo
Spain gave me one more lesson, on that same trip, in a square in Toledo.
I was standing there being a traveller when a bunch of schoolkids came running up – a whole flock of them – to ask if I spoke English. Almost nobody they knew did, and they so badly wanted to try theirs on a real person. So we talked. Me, in the middle of a Spanish square, surrounded by children auditioning their English, all of us laughing at the gaps and building bridges over them with hands and repetition. When it was finally time to go, they gave me their farewell in the English they’d been saving up, all together: “we love you so much.”
I have stood before some of the most celebrated sights on earth. Nothing on any checklist has ever said that to me.
I tell this story because of what it proves about Spain specifically: this is a country that meets you halfway. You don’t arrive with credentials – the kids didn’t check mine. You arrive with willingness, and the place comes running toward you with the other half. Every traveller who worries they’re “not artistic enough” for a making journey is carrying a fear Spain simply doesn’t recognise. The studios are like those children: delighted that you showed up wanting to try.
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Why we make there
This is the thinking behind The Art Edition – our Spain journey, built in the making city rather than the viewing one. A circle of twenty, art-curious rather than art-credentialed. Days inside Barcelona’s working studios with the artists who work there – your hands in the clay, the ink, the broken tiles – then Madrid, and yes, a day in Toledo, where I’ll be quietly hoping the schoolchildren find us. At the end, the circle binds what it made into a single book – one copy for each explorer. Not souvenirs of what you saw. Evidence of what you made.
Because that’s the trade Spain has been offering all along, hidden in plain sight atop the world’s most famous checklist: you can queue to watch the stone forest grow – or you can spend a week in the city that grows it, with your own hands dusty.
Do the queue too. Gaudí has earned it, once in a lifetime, and it will mesmerise you.
Then come make something.
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