Barcelona Day 3

After my run . . .

. . . I was thinking (as you probably were too), “Am I really going to meet Martha at the airport wearing clothes that smell like a 200-mile bike ride?” The correct answer there is “no.” So this was my next stop.







Things I passed on today:







Four varieties of ham cones















Not sure what this is





















I know what this is, but I passed















Being the king of the world or king of a country or king of late night is a very big deal, but what does it mean to be the king of shrimp?
















And finally, in one of the large plazas, I saw this British tourist standing below this tree for a very long time trying to get the perfect picture of three green Monk Parrots up in the tree. I did her a favor by not telling her that it would take her 10 minutes to walk over to the park I was in yesterday to be surrounded by thousands of those things. They probably seem more special when you don’t know that they’re Barcelona’s version of pigeons.