In the neighborhood of Sant Andreu we encounter very few city visitors wandering the cobbled streets or peering at the 19th-century..
Last summer someone special arrived in Barcelona en route from his Greek family heartland. From his stuffed suitcase I was showered with..
I’m not much of a croissant eater. That’s not to say I don’t adore those golden horns of buttery, flaky pastry, but as someone who both..