Lazy last day BCN
I am not sure what to expect with the Catalan Independence vote due tomorrow, but hopefully I'll be on the 1250pm train to Madrid before it all kicks off. I've managed to develop an impressive head cold, so not a lot exploring being done today. I conducted a morning sortie to see if I should take the metro with two changes to the Renfe departure station, or take a cab. No contest, cab wins.
I returned to the delightful La Particcela for lunch. This time Spaghetti Carbonara, one of the best I've ever had. Yes, I know, a sacrilege to have an Italian meal in Spain, however as this place is run by a Spanish couple and frequented mainly by locals, I think it's allowed.
I love this neighbourhood. Easy to travel to all places of interest, without actually being in the thick of it. Seems full of locals and local bars, English does not feature a lot. Lots of young families out and about, prams for the bubs and very often scooters for the kids. Not a pretty part of Barcelona by any means but drinking and dining options seem limitless.
The plan now is to spend a few hours in my favourite place, supping, sipping and reading before an early night. Cafe Del Centre est 1873. Marble table tops, old sewing table piled with books to borrow or share, piano in the far end for anyone to play. Best sangria, and best cheese bocadillo.
I have just finished reading Alan Cummings' autobiography Not My Father's Son. Loved it.
I returned to the delightful La Particcela for lunch. This time Spaghetti Carbonara, one of the best I've ever had. Yes, I know, a sacrilege to have an Italian meal in Spain, however as this place is run by a Spanish couple and frequented mainly by locals, I think it's allowed.
I love this neighbourhood. Easy to travel to all places of interest, without actually being in the thick of it. Seems full of locals and local bars, English does not feature a lot. Lots of young families out and about, prams for the bubs and very often scooters for the kids. Not a pretty part of Barcelona by any means but drinking and dining options seem limitless.
The plan now is to spend a few hours in my favourite place, supping, sipping and reading before an early night. Cafe Del Centre est 1873. Marble table tops, old sewing table piled with books to borrow or share, piano in the far end for anyone to play. Best sangria, and best cheese bocadillo.
I have just finished reading Alan Cummings' autobiography Not My Father's Son. Loved it.
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| This is positively bursting with things to fight a head cold! |
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easiest music to go to “cold” and then sit through for a couple of hours. At least you got to see the power
and grace of the dancers which I hope will always give you happy memories.
In a few weeks I will be looking for your understanding and support when I go to see my first real Fado
(kind of like the Portuguese equivalent of Flamenco) in Lisbon. Not sure how much “saudade” (Yearning
longing and loss) I will be able to take in one sitting in a language where I can’t speak a word. However,
there is always the beautiful guitar playing that is part of it.
Glad you will be on the train out on referendum day. Whilst the natives are revolting (cue old joke “yes they’re
very nice are they”) you will able to observe proceedings from a distance. Cheers 🍷John.