Barcelona is hot. It’s got that jungle fever. Everything sticks to you; your hair, your clothes, the car seat. My first impression was not flattering. I landed in a haze at Barcelona airport, and an orange dust had settled in the city. I could only just make out the mounds which I soon realised were…
The cooler weather pushed us indoors today, so we flocked to the famous British museums with hundreds of other tourists, tour groups and children on school outings. We woke early, packed lunch and set off to South Kensington for our history lesson. Surviving the Tube I’m trying to wrap my mind around the underground etiquette….
