Just got back from having dinner at Quatre Gats in the El Born district of Barcelona. We were so inspired after visiting the Picasso museum yesterday we booked in immediately (he designed the menu, pictured and used to show work at the restaurant). It’s such a charming place, with a pianist and violinist playing classic tunes, lovely waiters and delicious food. We were seated next to some very sweet Italian men who were in town doing business for Ferrari. In fact, our waiter got into an argument with them because he felt that they were talking about Italy too much and Alex and I needed to enjoy Spain while we were here. They also said that we reminded them of the movie Vicky Christina Barcelona, I guess it’s the blonde/brunette thing.
One of the most amazing evenings ever. Off to bed (the last two nights we’ve been up until 4, so 1:00 seems so much more exceptable. I’m off to the Tibidabo tomorrow.
