Catalan aftertaste
Someone falls in love with Barcelona the first time. . . it didn't happen to me. Dirty, noisy, nocturnal butterflies and daily bums, evening drunkards on the streets and morning drug addicts in the city center.
Therefore, having honored all the buildings of Gaudí with our photo lens, we fled to the neighboring Loret del Mar. The tiny resort town has become, literally and figuratively, a breath of fresh air. Even at the last moment, we managed to book a decent room with a view of the mountains, for ridiculous money. The bay is just a piece of paradise, on one side you can see a medieval castle, on the other a park is spread out. In early June, it is not yet crowded here, the sand on the beach is a small crumb that does not stick to the body or clothes, has moved away - shaken off and clean. Water of all shades of blue. Cafes of all possible tastes. Not rest, but a holiday)))
