Casaments i barres argentines

If there exists such a thing as a 'perfect wedding', it can only be like the one that I happened to attend last July in Barcelona.

I dreamed staying in front of this building, very late, until dawn, by a strange waitress with a lovely accent, by her bicycle, watching Montjuïc waking up, feeling a fresh breath on mine. But that must have been just a dream, a dream which continued in Portbou and Cotlliure.