In Search of Dali Part 3 - ( first posted on thebarefootfoodie.org on 26 Oct 2015 )

In Search of Dali Part 3

OCTOBER 26, 2015BAREFOOT TRAVELS, EUROPE

House Museum Gala Dali Castle, Pubol

Gala Dalí Castle lies in a tiny village called Púbol near Girona. It is about 1 hour by car from Barcelona. In his youth during the 1930s, Dalí promised Gala a palace and in 1969 he made good on that promise.” I had to give Gala a setting more solemnly worthy of our love. That is why I gave her the twelfth-century castle in which she reigns, and which I shall not speak of, for I have meant her to be its absolute soereign, to the point that I go there only when invited by her own hand. It was enough that I decorated the ceilings so that whenever she looks up she finds me in her heaven.” – Salvador Dali

Dali had one overriding desire – to let loose his exuberant creativity to make the castle an appropriate place for the rest and refuge of Gala, the lady of the castle. Between 1970 and 1980, Gala spent some periods of time there, usually in Summer. In 1982, Gala died and is buried in the crypt inside the castle.

The Entrance and Courtyard — Outside Gala Castle

Plaster Statue that used to overlook the Courtyard

The Piano Room ( with everything but the piano )

Chess set in the Library, tribute to Marcel Duchamp

Dali's studio in his final days — Dali’s studio in his final days

The Cadillac Sedan Deville, in the garage

Elephant teetering on long spindly legs — Elephants teetering on long spindly legs

Watch out for these creatures everywhere in the garden

Replica of the Lion's Fountain of the Alhambra in Granada — Replica of the Lion’s Fountain of the Alhambra in Granada

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