24th April The feast of Sant Jordi

That's St George to those of you not in the know, because he just happens to be the patron saint of Catalonia as well as England. And today was his celebration day, one that is marked by women buying books for the men in their lives, whilst men splash the cash on roses for the women in theirs.

So yesterday, yet another one that the weather forecasters seem to have got wrong, not that either of us were complaining, the centre of Barcelona was turned into a huge pedestrianised area full of pop up book stalls and flower sellers. Apparently David Walliams is due to deliver the key note address later on, probably about how to cash in on writing books for kids.

We mouched and meandered, took some pictures outside something to do with Gaudi that was too expensive to actually go inside, had a coffee in the market, then went in search of a cable car which was not as easy to find or get too (lots of steps) as you might imagine.

The view (and beer) from the terrace bar of the Torre del Miramar, once we had finally found it, was however stupendous, with a wonderful panorama of the city before us as we soaked up the sun and did some serious rehydrating. 

Suitably refreshed we flew across the sky,  high above the city, with the port / harbour to one side, the beach and open sea to another and the city's thoroughfares and parks in another. It was short but super.

And did I mention that a quick jolly into the Barca branch of Primark resulted in the purchase of a hat for when I go cruising later in the summer. Fashionistas beware because Johnny is suited and booted, ready to marvel on the Med.