Annual dinner of the development group of a rural council somewhere in Catalonia. Local bigwig stands up and gives a long and boring talk: another quiet year, subsidies looking good for next, thankyou for your confidence, has anyone else got anything they’d like to say. There’s a long silence, then a slightly desperate-looking woman gets up at the other end of the table and says, “We’re wasting our time. There is absolutely nothing to do in this village and there never will be. It’s horrible.” The meeting adjourns to the bar.
- Venice = Barcelona writ large
There’s an excellent St Marks rant by Anna Somers Cocks over at the New York Review of Whatever. No one who
- Provincial style
I love this Jaén olive oil cooking competition, which is held not in Jaén but in San Sebastián, at the other
- Spanish funeral service
Spanish insurers Fiatc have a fairly grisly reputation for health provision care in general. Here‘s how they deal with you once
Barcelona’s dog racing stadium, the Canódromo, is an architectonic miracle–in the sense that it hasn’t yet fallen down–but the whole neighbourhood
- Catalan government insolvent, up $hit creek, etc etc
But leaking the news just after the Mavi Marmara incident meant hardly anyone noticed.