BARCELONA – Here’s the view from our apartment.
Sometimes, I feel like Jimmy Stewart in Hitchcock’s “Rear Window.” The other night, I had a glass of wine on the balcony. I listened to forks and knives clatter on plates, kids screaming at each other and couples catching up.
I spotted this charming scene near Barri Gothic. I was tickled to see the boy spinning around to the tunes of Oasis. He looked so happy.