On a private terrace above Barcelona’s Sant Antoni barrio, fellow British exile Angela Carroll recreates the afternoon tea she so craved..
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..
Sant Joan, or the feast of St John, the festival that marks the longest day, leads us literally with a bang into the long sweltering..