Wandering Around

Our memories are strange and perhaps a good way to explore this is by wandering around a city that holds so many layers and layers of memories for me, things I remember, things I half forgot. There was a time when I could no longer get lost here in the meandering streets of the gothic neighborhood, and I thought that was sad. I knew everything too well. Now I can definitely get lost again. I even came across a church I swear I’ve never seen before. Yet I remember so much. Vestiges of the past greet me at every corner. I’m surprised at how well some businesses have survived. Others have undergone changes or disappeared completely. Perhaps the one I mourn the most is the small beer hall on the Rambla that claimed to make the best sandwich in the world. The best sandwich in the world consisted of very crunchy bread and tender ham and it was very good indeed.

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