I never get enough of Barcelona, even in the sweltering heat of July.
I hear this is a city built for hedonists with pulsating clubs and designer cocktail bars. I’ve never experienced this Barcelona of night owls and vampires. I am more familiar with the Barcelona of Freddy Mercury and Monserrat Caballe, perhaps Rufus Wainwright. Though I do wind up eating later than usual and staying up way past my bedtime.
My Barcelona is kissed by the Mediterranean sun, where people play hard but also work hard, averaging less hours of sleep than any other people on the planet. It is a magnet for design freaks, architecture and history buffs, and lovers of food.
Street Art in La Barri Gotic
They must have gotten a good deal on the hats