Yum, Yum!

It's the day of the Patron Saint of Barcelona, Mercé. Strangely, it's a city holiday on which it nearly always rains because Mercé usurped Saint Eulalia from the position and, by legend, the latter, none too pleased, cries (at least, I hope it's only tears) on the festivities every year! It happens with such regularity that I don't doubt it!

We had a poor lunch in a much vaunted local restaurant but if you send the steak back because it smells off, and the substitute prawns are under cooked, then it hardly merits a return. But our umbrellas are now rolled up and we can sit in a local square for a beer at the micro brewery, Homo Sibarus!