Where is the Economist’s Gulliver from, what is he/she taking? A robot wouldn’t make this kind of error:
As any visitor can attest, the narrow Gothic streets behind Las Ramblas, a tree-lined shopping promenade, can feel like rush-hour on the tube; the must-see Gaudi sites tend to be well-hidden behind deep ranks of visitors slung round cameras; and at certain times of the year the beaches can be invisible under the quilted rectangles of towels.
Prediction: Colau will fail, because part of her vote relishes (and invented) the nocturnal alcoholic and diurnal velocipedic mayhem that so distresses another part of her vote; because councillors and functionaries also own illegal tourist flats, and pijo lefties have begun to realise that no evictions means no tenants; and because the police still won’t give a shit, even now their sworn enemy has the whip hand. But what do I know.
- Fear escape
From a Barcelona tech company, with offices on c/ Blames (or whatever it’s called), an emergency sign that people will actually
- The European dissemination of Barcelona Maghrebis’ trademark mugging technique: a brief multilingual glossary
The emerging narrative seems to be that the mass sexual assaults in Cologne and other places during the New Year celebrations
- Some Itanglish in a Dryden comedy
One José María Trilladas has apparently been combing the accounts of the black card looters of Caja Madrid and has discovered
- “Mittlestuffe” and illegal Catalan limitations on the provision of tourist services
Picking up linguistic errors by the Catalan government is shooting phish in a barrel–they often have difficulties with Catalan–but my non-empirical
- French lessons: Grannie on her bike rides across the pool
Boby Lapointe, an obsessive, deranged comic genius who seems to have drunk himself to death aged 50, points to one of