Only Table In Town

With Barcelona playing in the Champions' League tonight (televised against Lyon), there was not a table to be had for dinner in the football-obsessed local establishments around the block . . . except in the non-Catalan-run Sanabres.

So, we settled into its welcoming ambience (we know it well) and Rafa (in shot) made Dd an omelette on the grill (tender-feeling teeth tonight) alongside my entrecôte (felt up for a good chew, though not always).

Otherwise, it was a chaotic day work-wise with me having to support/endure the absolute unpreparedness of others for important events this week to which I am flying! Wouldn't be so bad of it were not for the fact that I am the one going into the lions' den of senior German business people!