Halt! You Shall Not Pass (Without Tipping)
"Stop! Hold it right there! You miserable, lousy scoundrel. I swear upon my sword that you will not flee from Barcino without tipping me first."
Okay, he didn't actually say that, but judging by that fierce expression painted onto his face, he was definitely thinking it. I mean, look at him. He is locked and loaded. "Yes, you, what are you staring at? Give me that black box with lightnings inside." (I assume that is how a Roman centurion would describe my camera with a flash).
The Fierce Centurion of Barcino
This guy is intense. The teal and gold patina on his armor is fantastic—it gives him that weathered, oxidized bronze look, like he has been standing guard since the Roman Empire actually ruled this city. The details are great, from the "SPQR" standards behind him to the muscle cuirass and the sword pointed right at the cheapskates in the crowd.
"Just one miserable denarius? You must be out of your mind? Oh, that's better, euros will be fine."
He is definitely one of the more intimidating characters on the street. If you missed my previous post about this specific living statue and want to see another angle of his impressive gear, please visit: Human Statue of Warrior at Las Ramblas de Barcelona.
