After a week in Paris we said to ourselves, "I've never been to Spain. Have you? No? We've never been to Spain." How hard can it be to get a train ticket to Barcelona? Not very hard, it seems. Six hours later (after non-stop beers and gin and tonics in the bar cart) here we are drinking cava and dry vermouth in the Gothic District, nibbling on olives from the bar. I wasn't planning on taking photos tonight, but I couldn't help snap a few iPhone shots.

Compared to Paris everything in Barcelona is a flat-out bargain. Everything on this table cost as much as one glass of Champagne at a nice restaurant on St. Germain Boulevard. No joke. This place is just dangerous, both for my cholesterol and my liver. More thervetha please.

-David Driscoll

David Driscoll