Barcelona Chronicles I - The night of Sant Joan
- La Rambla del Raval, por favor? - There you are! French? - Ah ok ... Mika answers looking around him. How did you guess I was French? - The accent! Your "Por favor ..." - OK ! Mika smiled. Do you know where Botero's cat is? he asks his interlocutor. - A little lower. In fact, follow me I'm going close to it. Pam, pam! Mika jumps. Once again! And barely two meters from him. The kids laugh, and leave, a few yards away; then start their little game a little further. - It's Sant Joan tonight! It's authorized. Javi answers. - What’s that? - The big party announcing the summer in Barcelona. Javi by the way, holding out his hand. - Mika. Nice to meet you. - All night, and a little the next day, people are allowed to blow firecrackers, all over the city! - OK! I understand better now. - Here you are, Mika. This is Botero's cat in front of you. I turn right. Hasta luego! They shake hands again, then Javi tu...