In an age where shopping for daily necessities has become a sterile chore in cloned hypermarkets filled with trolley-pushing zombies, it’s always refreshing to pay a visit to markets that feel like the beating heart of a living, breathing community (there’s a word I miss). If you find yourself on a short visit to Barcelona, and want an all-round taste of what makes the city special, put a trip to the Mercat de la Boqueria at the top of your list.

Feb 9, 2009: Just after 8pm, Isa texted us to make plans for dinner. She told us she knew a nice Catalan restaurant and a Japanese restaurant and asked which one we’d prefer. There was a wee bit of hesitation because of me (couldn’t stop thinking of fresh tender sushi).
But we were in Barcelona, a city famous for its food. And our priority for food when we’re travelling is always to try the local food as much as possible.

Feb 8, 2009: We had been slightly worried about our flight getting off the ground at all, given the weather and the 7am departure. But it was fine. A quick check on Aertel before we left showed that the only cancelled departures were to still-snowbound English airports.

On the plane were a large number of understandably (given the loss in Dublin the previous evening) morose-looking Frenchmen with rugby hats and scarves.