I’m in transit quite a lot, and I like getting out of houses anyway, so I’ve built up a list of unofficial workspaces where I can pop in and do email and stuff free and without registering. This arty one is quite close:
Down one hill and up another, it’s ca 25 minutes on my Batavus Tripper, and the lovely man on reception is always pleased to see me–when he’s not off in New York doing whatever it is that one does in New York. With a piercing gaze: “Ooh, you ARE sweaty aren’t you! There are towels in the bathroom if you want to freshen up.” With a little encouragement I suspect he might offer to help.
- Long shot of new scrapers on Barcelona’s northern shore
Taken towards the end of this walk, it demonstrates some of the impact of the speculative development programmed by Barcelona’s eco-warrior
- Parasitical beatles and snails get their just desserts
Most people think that the kermes oak, Quercus coccifera, is actually holly because it’s a prickly evergreen tree that round here
- “Sorceress” Raquel Meller, TIME Magazine cover
This delectable flor del mal from Barcelona’s Poble Sec district is a daisychain from A Nun’s link to a review of
- On estan els francesos?
A pesar del racisme ritual en aquesta part del món – vegi L’Obsessió Antiamericana de Jean-François Revel (Barcelona: Proa, 2003) –
- Stolen Dutch bike for sale in the Encants
Barcelona’s biggest flea market is relatively well policed, so most bikes and other stolen goods end up in unofficial markets on