Following no particular order or logic, some miscellaneous thoughts, musings, snapshots from the fiesta capital...
A surprise: the lack of jay-walking, Barcelonians seem extremely respectful of traffic lights. I stood out as a foreign law- flouting road-crosser.
Some aromas: fried sustenance. Piss. Lots of Mary Jane floating her way across the neighbourhoods.
Some sights: tiles and shades of plaster. Bold street murals. Warm earthy hues. Colours and proudly waving flags, small, everyday explosions of life in the bustling capital of Catalunya.
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