So here I was, in the center of El Born, on a narrow street just like the ones I had dreamed of while reading the novles of Carlos Ruiz Zafón: small alleways with close-knit cobblestones, home to speakeasies and shops selling spices in bulk.
So here I was, in the center of El Born, on a narrow street just like the ones I had dreamed of while reading the novles of Carlos Ruiz Zafón: small alleways with close-knit cobblestones, home to speakeasies and shops selling spices in bulk.