The bear went over the mountain, and we went up Montjuïc, a hill on the southwest edge of Barcelona. It is home of the city's castle, a number of Olympic venues left over from 1992, and the Fundació Joan Miró (Joan Miró Foundation), a museum of modern art featuring the native Barcelonian whose name had traditionally confused me about his gender. The castle on top of the hill was interesting as a point of view of the city and the industrial end of its harbor, but there wasn't a lot beyond that to recommend it. The garrison there once felt compelled to shell the city below, so I sort of took against it. Besides that, the walk there involved many stair steps and several winding roads, after which we discovered there is a cable car that could have gotten us there in 2 minutes.
Later on, after enjoying a big dollop of Miró's art (but secretly inclined to think we could have done it ourselves in kindergarten), we were back in the bustle of La Rambla, Bacelona's major promenade, enjoying gelatos and cruising the famous St Joseph Boqueria Market. Not too long after that our legs began complaining that they'd had it with this abuse, and we hit the metro for home.