Barcelona in black and white

Breakfast on the hotel terrace again, then a wee wander and to the train station to come back to Barcelona. It's the train that goes to the airport, so it started to get a wee bit busier, but nobody next to us or within a distance that really bothered us.

Then some chores: the return of the excellent-but-too-heavy-to-make-a-Spanish-tortilla frying pan; the return of our old router to Movistar; our annual visit to keep creepie crawlies at bay; and then a wander.

Bb introduced me to a new little bit of Barcelona with some lovely trees and plants, which made us feel like we were in Sao Paulo or Rio de Janeiro! And not far from our house. We stopped for a cold drink here, which reminded me of New York for some reason!