In the same way that homemade jam is made and preserved to bring a taste of summer sunshine and warmth to the darkest of winter days, so can holiday snaps. In August, when the days were long and the temperature was well into the thirties, we spent a weekend in Barcelona.
It was a weekend of art and food, but mainly we were flaneurs - wandering here and there, following our noses and exploring this incredible city.
Barcelona is famous for its Gaudi works, making the city almost a theme park dedicated to this astonishing modernist Catalan architect. We spent a while in the Sagrada Familia, with its unfinished splendour and breathtaking use of light. Then, Casa Batllo - the surreal and spectacular townhouse, all colourful curves and nature influences as far as the eye can see.
We wandered along the beach, found our way to the ridiculously awesome Pedro Almodovar bar, chatted and swam. Here's my review of the Hotel Primero Primera where we stayed.
Each day, we tapas-ed our way around the city. Patatas bravas, aubergine and honey, squid, and pan con tomate. The best we found was Tantarantana, a teeny tiny neighbourhood restaurant with - I kid you not - the very best tapas I have ever eaten. It was so good we broke one of my unbreakable rules and went back twice in a weekend. I'll never forget playing cards in the warm evening air, people-watching as families wandered about, drinking cava (making little wire chairs from the agraffe) and laughing late into the night.
Returning to these photographs are truly like tasting a teaspoon of summer jam, taking me away from the chill of a December day. Sweet and satisfying.
Have you been to Barcelona? What did we miss?!