June 4, 2012
We end up wandering through the cavernous Juderia, its endless twisting staircases occupied by the young, cool crowd. La scala della gioventu, K calls it. We slide past groups of these kids, not much younger than we are, drinking and chatting and impressing one another. Looking as comfortable and stylish as cats, they are in their element. We look at the city from above, but it is inside which hides endless treasures. In the end we gravitate back to the river, and look back to Saint Feliu church, suddenly noble and grand in its illuminated whiteness against the night sky.