Cafès and bar in Barcelona are everywhere. Many of them have seats outdoor, often in very scenic spots. I can just spend days and days in Barcelona hopping cafes, enjoying great tapas and people watching.
Even if they have changed during the years, now cramped with tourists and scammers and sometimes dodgy at night, Le ramblas are still a magic spot, a place you always end, while in Barcelona. La rumba de Barcelona pasa por la ramblas. La rambla end at the Port of Barcelona, with Mare Magnum.
Barcelona is simply put my favourite European city. Erg, just my favourite city, probably. One of the thing I like more in Barcelona is that you find, not just in the ramblas, street artist everywhere: singers, clowns, dancers, jugglers. I took this picture in 2006.
venerdì, 04 febbraio 2005 –
BARCELONA (day 1) – Assolte in mattinata le formalitá contrattuali e spuntato un leggerissimo aumento, pari all’adeguamento al tasso d’inflazione, lascio Milano nel primo pomeriggio. E un cielo smarginato di speranza, ove l’aria é popolare ed é piú facile sognare che guardare in faccia la realtá.
I was in fourth year of high school and I don’t remember exactly how I decided to embark on that trip, nor how I did find out about that cheap train ticket for under 26 only, that will allow you to catch any train in Europe for a month.
Anyway, with my only experiences outside my country being the easy escapes to neighboring italian Switzerland (30′ by train from Central Station in Milan, which was 5′ walk from my place, that mean it was easier and quicker that cross the city by bus) and the unforgivable school trip to Amsterdam, Europe was calling me.