Chapter 55Barcelona, Spain - November 1976Fifty white doves are released, one for each year that Gaudí has been dead.
The doves leap above the crowd and thread among my towers, white wings beating against the bright blue sky. Some alight on my ledges and cornices, tiny hearts pounding against chiseled stone. Roving spots of warmth on a chilly day.
Down below, the bishop delivers his address to the masses filling the streets. He talks about how this is the fiftieth anniversary year of Gaudí's death. In honor of that remarkable man, the Passion façade and its towers have been finished. Gaudí's dream of faith and devotion to the Sacred Family lives on.
The crowd roars. Not with rage, as in the Tragic Week or Civil War...but with approval. With appreciation.
It's a sound I love. It
