in the barrios of Barcelona there are still signs of an old life. The metal beat is the clang of the local propane supplier delivering to anyone who answers his song. And the man who blows a whistle to no tune while sitting on his moped? That is not the village idiot, but the man who stows a sharpener on the back of his seat, and takes care of knives, scissors, anything, at your door.
By Maia Pay Ozguc
What it's like to live Barcelona. Impressions. Be curious. Be Barcelona!