Barcelona is dressed in red. There are roses everywhere and the smell of books, old and new, permate the hands of proud new owners. It’s Sant Jordi day.
It seems as if everyone decided to go downtown and be part of the festival. I’ve never seen so many kind of roses. Red, white, blue, yellow. Fabric, origami, metal. They are everywhere! There is also music, dragons and street performers that frame the pistoresque scene with their art.
I feel a little uncofortable in the middle of so many people. It’s nice to be a part of it, but I’m happy to be home with hubby, mi books and my rose.