from the softly aged and patined bella época demeanors up on a hill in La Franca...
descending halfway to a younger coveted villa with the coy white curtains billowing on the juliet balconey...
to the gaping noble mouth of an ancient eviscerated building in the Barri Gotic...
to a modernist upstart amongst the modernista aristocrats in the Dreta de l'Eixample neighbourhood...
to a slightly sinister and rotund presence by the train tracks outside the Vila Olimpica...
to the steroid growth of brittle and expressionless glass towers on the waterfront of Poble Nou, all greedily arrogating the view of la mar bella from their older and shorter neighbours behind...
from the time worn, sometimes gritty but always well-lived countenances to the edgy and elegantly buffed bearing of the new breed, the myriad aspects of Barcelona continue to delight, to intrigue, to entice...and every once in a while, to flash an exultant yet ever so slightly sardonic smile...
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