Barcelona, Spain

Most people come to Barcelona for Gaudí. I spent most of my time in Barceloneta instead. It's the old fishermen's quarter squeezed between the port and the sea, where laundry hangs over narrow streets a block from the beach and the corner shops still sell more ice cream than souvenirs.

I spent two days in Barcelona. Mornings started on the beach at sunrise, when the sand is raked flat, the lifeguard towers are still off duty and the only people out are dog walkers and paddleboarders. Afternoons I walked into the Gothic Quarter, where the streets narrow down to stone alleys, and evenings ended looking over the yachts in Port Vell as the W Hotel caught the last of the light.

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Barceloneta, mostly: the beach, the boardwalk, the Salvament towers and the neighborhood behind them, with its balconies, graffiti-covered shutters and a woman hanging out her sheets like she has every morning for years. Then the Gothic Quarter and old town: the cathedral, pigeons in a back alley, a fruit shop window reflecting the street outside. And the harbor, from the Palau de Mar to the cable car tower over the palms.

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