Las Ramblas, one of the most beautiful streets in Barcelona, and Spain as a whole, on a late summer’s evening, with the sunset as a backdrop, was as beautiful as a select few things in life.
The city in its full glory; the flower seller by the acera; an art shop with beautiful paintings on display; the Cafè de l’Opera just a mile away; trees gently swaying in the evening breeze. Janice took all these in as she strolled down the lovely street.
But, for Janice, the beautiful thing about that evening wasn’t the street in all its splendor. It wasn’t the way the trees around her danced in the evening breeze and the lovely scent the flowers on the pavement gave. No, not even the thrill of seeing the late crowds, mostly filled with tourists, filtering in and around the street, many heading to
