Oh, how few left! A genuine bean shop. All different kinds of cooked beans. More than you ever knew you needed. And well, that's pretty much it. Nada más. Bring your newspaper.
Last year on Easter Sunday, Olivia and I got up early for an experiment. We hid eggs in the plaza and bet each other how long it would take for our neighborhood to find them. We made it easy, but an Easter egg hunt is not a tradition around here. It took six hours!
Lovely tradition for January 6th! When you find the little king in the cake, you are big king for the day. My favorite bakery for the Rascon: the King's Cake, Patisseria-Bomboneria Mont-Rodon. Address: Travessera de Les Corts 269. Expect a line out the door. Reserve now!
Anne spotted this shop in the Borne that we now call the little spice market. Her grandfather in Turkey had one just like it, with the exact same bales. So for a flavor of the east without the travel, we get a fix here! On Passeig de Picasso.
The trashcans in Barcelona are amazing! Every day is trash day. Regular trash, organic trash, recycling, all of them. I take out my trash and leave it in a community bin. Hands free, just step of the lever. BUT, I don't live right next to them because the trucks come by every day. LOUD. Watch out!
Peddle, peddle, faster, faster, the big wheel turns the little wheel. On the handlebars, spin, tune, buff. The knife sharpener at work.
OK. I'll just say, this is the one celebration in Barcelona that is not for me. I like the idea of beginning a party at dusk, eating pastries and drinking champagne together in the middle of the night, and then staying awake until dawn, as my Barrio did together last year around the bonfire. And I like the stories. My friend met a great guy at a San Joan party on the beach, they talked all night until the sun came up and now they're married. But the reality of fires and bottle rockets, tended by drunken civilians, sends me to hide. I choose up the coast. Way up. Here's a moon rise and a sunrise from Callela to rival the pyrotechnics!
If I was a fabric artist or a clothing designer, I would do a collection inspired by pealing paint. These days, the old paint is disappearing from Barcelona's streets. Who knows how long it has been there. It will disappear. But right now, you can still find groovy backdrops and colors that are hard to find in a new paint can.
By Maia Pay Ozguc
What it's like to live Barcelona. Impressions. Be curious. Be Barcelona!