So far this summer the travels of my wife, Pam, and I have taken us to the cities of Glasgow, London and Barcelona. That perhaps all sounds a little extravagant and exotic, but Glasgow and London were mostly family visiting, with Barcelona being our real (4 day) break.
Barcelona is quite an extraordinary city it’s fairly extensive redevelopment and improvement for the 1992 Olympics having been carried on down to the present day. This doesn’t mean that it’s all modern buildings – far from it. New developments have been sympathetically blended with the buildings of the past, with both styles offering an architectural feast for the eyes. Put this against a backdrop of beautiful blue skies and surrounding hills and you realise it’s quite a special place.
As we walked around Barcelona it became apparent that we were not the only tourists in the city. All around us were the voices from France, Germany, Japan, China, America, Australia and many more countries. It was a real, buzzing hive of humanity that was simply enjoying the sights and soaking up the sunshine. The plethora of sidewalk cafes and restaurants all offered a laid-back feel to resting points, with locals often engaged in animated conversation at tables while tourists sat and drank coffee or beer in the shade of the brightly coloured parasols.
It really was an idyllic setting for a short city-break. But there was also an undercurrent of something else going on – something that wasn’t immediately apparent but the more you walked around the more you saw and felt it. Nearly every street had someone begging on it. Certain areas had their gatherings of the homeless around park benches. Large wheelie bins that populated the streets were regularly visited by those who would open them and scavenge for anything edible or useful they could find. It somehow felt disturbing that amongst all the splendour of the city, all the bliss of holidaymakers, all the leisurely reclining at table, there was this distinct subculture of poverty and need that was openly operating on the streets in broad daylight, and patently being ignored by the vast majority. On reflection, Glasgow and London had similar things happening, but perhaps not as pronounced as it was in Barcelona. Continue reading →