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Barcelona: June 25

sunny 26 °C

A leisurely breakkie followed a slow and difficult wake up. We decided upon another slow day: lunch at the market, Karen to shop and wander. I to chill out to some music. I have had enough of crowds, not of Barcelona, just crowds.

After breakfast Karen said this was our last full day. This is what I said back to her:
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I found a choccie shop; you may recall the Spanish had something to do with bringing chocolate to the west. Following a lead I tracked down a chocolate shop 'xcocoa' and it turns out the shop was in the neighbouring street. The owner/person selling didn't speak a word of English but she knew what I wanted. I pointed in English, she nodded in Catalan and several chocolates were whisked away to a better home. There were creamy, and one in particularly had a yummitif coating of cinnamon and something else.

We ensured we would lunch at la Boqueria. I confess I made a judgement based on first sight. I wasn't impressed with the look of the food. We grabbed a couple of stools as soon as they became available. You sit round the bar like you are at a bar. Our not so dapperly dressed waiter (he looked like he was just one of the road gang) suggested a plate of their peppers. Just peppers fried. The caramelisation of the peppers was the tasty sauce so to speak.

Peppers de la Boqueria:
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We also tried their combination seafood plate. Guess: the seafood was fresh, and we had razor clam, monkfish, prawn, little octopi, mussels, clams. The beer was good (any cold beer would be good). One of the cooking guys was keen to make sure we had our bags in front of us and protect us from pickpockets. I think they grow pickpockets here. The Mercat de la Boqueria is definitely worth a visit when you go there soon.

After our lunch I got to chill out and Karen got to wander and backtrack and look and smell and try on and contemplate and imagine and plan all without a heavy hanger-on; her bloke.

However, I reckon Barcelona as a city is prettier in many ways than Paris. I find the architecture more varied and likeable. As for Gaudi, I know of no other but am keen to be educated. However Barcelona does not have the green parks, a bunch of trees on a stone or paved square can qualify to be called a parc in the B. Not a competition, just reflecting on the differences and similarities.

We siesta'd; getting real good at that. Then after showering off the humidity and sweat and a little grime ventured out to wander and probably to eat dinner. Upon our host's recommendation we elected to visit a place he thought cooked with a little Catalan flair.

We were the first there but within 5 minutes others followed. Has anyone noticed how I am a trendsetter the way I wear my glasses around my neck at times. In all the time away we have only seen one other person do the same.

Who is the so cool one eh?
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Anyway, the inspiration we drew from the restaurant was some small potatoes in a Roquefort sauce (we don't think that was Catalan but then what is). Karen liked the simple tapas (read as entree) which was white bean, a little pepper and tomato and a subtle tuna dressing we think. I finally got to try some goat. I liked it, lean, tasty, slightly gamey. The local wine we tried was very pleasant and before that we tried the house Sangria, again pleasant and cool. We don't really know if we got much Catalan but it didn't matter.

What every young Barcelona visitor drinks now:
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Karen, on the way home, had her last ice cream form her favourite Barcelona ice cream shop, Amoretti, we think this Franchise has stores here and in other countries

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Trying not to think of leaving (although we are ready to come home to our loved ones) we just had fun until sleep would wait no longer.

Posted by lesnkaren 04:35 Archived in Spain

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Has anyone noticed how I am a trendsetter the way I wear my glasses around my neck at times. In all the time away we have only seen one other person do the same.
Ummmm! Les when you get home, we need to sit down & talk!...

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