Solving the SNCF mystery.
The sun in the cathedral, with its palm trees.
The Archive of Aragon, with Columbus’ original capitulations.
Getting a library card.
The theatre listings, the Café de la Opera.
The tourists, the trendy shops.
Buying green shoes. The rain.
Lost and there were no locals to ask for directions, nobody knew and many shopkeepers did not really speak Spanish or Catalan, they were mysterious immigrants.
Those guys on my doorstep when I finally got home, talking about the Atacama desert.
Mercès. Adeu. Bona nit.