
It’s been a long cold winter and a weird moody spring, but the strong sun and humidity are starting to emerge in Barcelona. Terrace tables are already unstacked, and people are already stepping out without a jacket. The city’s beaches really come into their own: it’s hot, almost too hot to sunbathe, noisy and crowded; so getting a table for a cold beer and a plate of fried prawns can be a real ‘mission impossible’ in the beach bars (chiringuitos). I admit I am not selling the...