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On Easter Sunday dad and I took an impromptu break to Barcelona. Having only previously been there in passing I was excited to explore the city in detail.
Day One involved numerous parma ham baguettes and siestas following the 7am flight from Heathrow. As it was Easter Sunday we prepared ourselves for most amenities to be closed for the next few days in this religious city, we relished in the chance to experience the city in a somewhat comatose state and then again on Tuesday when it would be back to its regular lively, animated form.








Forgetting my usual holiday routine of a complete TV ban we could not think of anything better then an early night laughing at the humorous dubbing of TV programmes on Spanish television. However, when the Hotel informed us there was a flat screen Sky television in each room they forgot to mention that the only English channels would be CNN, BBC news and TCM. Needless to say we watched some very oddball films in our sleepy state.
Day two called for much of the same, starting with a mountainous breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, potato and bread followed by 'bravas' tapas and tea.




The weather soon picked up as layers fell off and sunglasses came out of hibernation. After another stroll down Las Ramblas we approached the port which held a lovely little market selling trinkets and fascinating junk-esque items that people could spend their life searching for and others would haphazardly stumble across.
We then approached the new riverside development, reached by a mobile swing bridge that leads the way to an IMAX cinema, tasty restaurants and spanish high street stores...and to our suprise, it was all open! We then put shopping back onto our radar and headed into the mall. After seeing the shutters on multiple Zara's, Mango's and H&M's we relished being able to hear the English sounds blaring out and seeing the nudes, chiffons and pastels highlighted throughout the store's visual merchandising.