A walk to the old part, tourist part. Barcelona is promoting itself as a city of pickpockets to discourage visitors it seems. Lots of urban police. So we walk with everything hidden in clenches.
It can trace its origins to 2-3BC. What place can’t I wonder? When does a few tents, then buildings, then workship and execution places (different?) become a hamlet, village, town, city? Maybe UNESCO wrestle with this question all the time?
The wrestling we did was with a hot chocolate. None of your powdery stuff. This was a cup of thick melted dark chocolate that clung to your ribs as you flowed it down. Lovely, no seconds were needed. Just a rest.
The Cathedral looked like a cathedral. We’re saving the really OTT one for tomorrow. Las Ramblas was a wee bit shambolic, more las dodge workings – and lots of normal shops. Far more impressive were the narrow side streets with traders and places where the locals seemed to go.
Very walkable place.
Random thoughts – for days the most common roadside plant has been fennel. Parakeets make a lot of noise and blend in well.
Travelling reflections 