An early start today, sadly leaving Barcelona, but not before breakfast at the market once again.  This is the laneway outside our loft. Our front door  The interior courtyard, all musty and mysterious.  We’re off to Madrid by train, a renfe fast train at that, but unfortunately a “stopping all stations” version, so not too much super speed action. A good chance to rest the legs, listen to some Django Django tunes (get on it peeps!) and watch the countryside rush past. But before that, some thoughts on Barcelona. – Wonderfully atmospheric – full of history – outstanding winding laneways packed with interest. – spectacular buildings, none better than Sagrada Familia – the gentle waft of sewerage on street corners can be a little off putting, but… – clean, tidy, and not nearly as dodgy as I was led to believe, stories of pickpockets etc are to be highly exaggerated. If you wear a sign saying ‘I’m a dickhead tourist’ you get what’s coming to you, everyone else…just simple precautions. – not much grass, or …