Shaz, Mich and I walked along the Thames to London Bridge Station and had breakfast under the Shard while we waited for Ken to join us. Sliders for breakfast is OK, yes? Actually it was 12, so technically it was lunch, and Pimm’s O’Clock! I got my first Pimm’s and it was really delicious. Into Dan Murphy’s again when I get home :-)
We caught a train, we caught a plane.
We were in Barcelona!!
What an apartment. It was in a small side street right off La Rambla, 4 floors up. We had to call another of the apartments to get the key from the lady living there that spoke little English. After two attempts we were in and carrying 30kg up 12 flights; some 80 steps! Inside a delightful omen awaited us; little owls were arranged on the table. We knew we were in a good place.
We walked around the back streets and found a nice enough place for dinner: Kosporas, in a square not far from our apartment. My first delish authentic Spanish tapas topped off with Sangria.
What a beautiful place, and what beautiful food. I will sleep well tonight!
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