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I primi caldi portano a voglia d'estate. Viaggi in località amene, isole deserte, spiagge solitarie. Passeggiate. Portati dietro un libro e sogna ad occhi aperti…

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Outside it feels like a battle is raging, with firecrackers going off left and right in honor of Sant Joan, but in the cloister of Barcelona's 12th century Cathedral, it's quiet enough to hear the trickle of the water from the fountain. As everywhere else in Barcelona, Saint George is slaying his dragon here. Somehow…

Quiet returns. And the refrigerator was empty, so off I set on my way to the market. The plan was homemade sushi with friends so I made the trip down to the central Barcelona market: the Boquería.

I never get tired of coming here. There are rows and rows of busy stalls with fresh fruit and vegetables, and spices and nuts. And more than a couple of crazy tourists like me taking pictures. I confuse the locals by talking to them in Catalan, but…

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