I spot this interesting building which, from the industrious workers I see carrying stuff out of, appears to be undergoing major renovation.
But the gate is open and I can see a courtyard so I enter and approach the police guard and only then do I notice the many frescoes that cover the ceiling and some of the walls. He knows it is by one of Diego’s contemporaries, Bujol.
But not the year. Judging by the subject matter and inherent commentary I’m guessing the late 1930s. Around every corner…