I juggled phones and discovered these from my final day, Sunday.
Clothed descending a staircase:
The book market.
We sat here, ate calamari followed by strange kebab meat with chips, and watched the World Cup.
The frequented corner cafe.
If they sold Omo detergent we could have the Innervisions duo of Omo and Dixan.
We visited a craft beer bar, excellent but very expensive, especially in Barcelona prices, where Estrellas cost a few cents.
Passing traffic viewed through the window.
Ain't Nobody.
My friend's pseudonym.
Sunday night we went to an outdoor auditorium, an ancient Greek amphitheatre, to see the final Sonar concert - Alva Noto and Ryuichi Sakamoto. I'd seen them a few times before and recall humming the 'Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence' while waiting for the train home, with numerous other commuters and concert goers.
Before, we went to a renowned tapas restaurant which was very good, particularly the bacalao.
The night was cloudless and incredibly blue.
Even the urinals were beautiful.
A t-shirt I should buy.
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