When the streets are empty

Normally I would never get on a bike and ride down the city's most congested boulevard. Inhaling toxic fumes isn't my bag and neither is getting run over.  But the Diagonal has one of the few bike paths in Barcelona that is separate from the road.  So when the streets empty in August, on a Sunday when traffic is nearly nil, I ride 3 kilometers down the Diagonal to Enric Granados, turn toward the sea and keep going another kilometer til I reach the mojito ice cream at Delacrem #15-17 or fresh squeezed juice and a gander at the art gallery at Cosmo Cafe #3.  Not bad, eh?