Billionaire superyachts to save Barcelona’s traditional barrios!
But the Guardian has got its knickers in a twist.
Great tunes, great doggerel, small simians
But the Guardian has got its knickers in a twist.
New business card from Barcelona’s best odd-job man.
Archaic French erotic pulp, plugging Cantabria’s gaping literary hole?
Barcelona trading practices, builder’s crack-fish and the great Pacific birdshit war.
David Bar-David, the lemming messiah.
Public auctions of wrecks in Barcelona, Pontevedra and Algeciras, with thoughts on how to reduce blogging competition.
“Discontented devil of a blackamoor, why canst thou not be satisfied to live here?” “Avast there; all our gold and diamonds can’t procure us here the bright sunshine and joyous people, nor the rich fruits and wine, of my native clime.”
Blasco Ibáñez says that actually we have always thought “at all hours of the Mediterranean rim.”
A Catalan children’s song remembered by Francesc Candel; early rave culture on Central America’s eastern seaboard.
Cruise companies don’t appear to regard original copy as an important differentiating factor.