Plaça Reial is an infraworld, where the creatures of the Barcelona's nightlife swarm loose around looking for their next victim. It is never been an advisable place to stay: full of pickpockets, lunatics, junkies, scum.
What surprises me is the tourist behavior, like sheep following some randomly picked directions read in some overrated guide book. Restaurants around there are the shame of their profession, just a tourist trap for off guard travelers. Look at them! lining up like school boys waiting for the grub to be served! Amazing, isn't it? And they're having fun? At what time were they expecting to have dinner?
It happened once to me in the very same place, Les Quinze Nits (15 nights), a name that reflects the time one have to wait there or how expired is food. I don't wait in restaurants as a rule, if they can't attend me, I leave. Why should I? Are they special? Lousy food served by careless people that few months ago didn't even know the existence of something called "xato", "pa amb tomaquet", or "esqueixada de bacalla"? Besides, 1st rule when traveling abroad, NEVER GO TO A PLACE WHERE LOCALS WOULDN'T GO!!!!
Another sign that Barcelona is just an attraction park. Somebody should start a franchise of such parks around the world on the same premises, BarnaLand or the Ramblas Aventura, pickpockets included.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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