The Cafe Cat

Who's changed? You or I? Of course, it's both of us - my skeleton as usual, your frame, the same but of truly ourselves? The li...

Even if I lived in Barcelona for the rest of my life, I'd spend those days revered as a guiri; a tourist. Prejudice sticks to me like...

When I arrived in Barcelona, I was greeted by an almighty twilight thunderstorm. I had forgotten how very loud you ...

There's plenty of things I love to do but none so much as pulling on my shoes and taking to the city.  For this reason, I do miss...

  I don't know about you, but finding the perfect hairdresser can be somewhat of a pickle. Some are too chatty, some are elusive and...

I love city ghosts.  Faintly feathering about their shimmering way, slipping through doorways, turning street corners, shuddering in re...

I hadn't planned to see you but knew that at some point, I would be drawn in your direction by an irresistible lull; the force of habit...

When travelling, you can navigate by map and itinerary or choose to just walk and see and it is often that I take the latter, winding mysel...

Dear readers, Welcome to my new weekly edition of Follow Friday. I'll be introducing you to my favourite blogs and some of the gr...

My first month at 27 was perhaps the most uncomfortable of all and also the final of my two years in Barcelona. I see it now as a fork in t...

Once upon a time, I lived in a land far, far away where the sky was a soaring, limitless blue and I would have all the time in world to m...

I think a lot about the concept of home and where we can find it when we don't actually have a set of bricks to call our own. I don...

Cropping up all over the city in various nooks and crannies are little projects, started by individuals, couples or groups that have invest...

Dear Barcelona, I miss you. I'll come and see you soon, ok? Besitos, Sally

Oh hey. What's this? I hadn't noticed it before, sitting there so pretty on the corner of Carrer de la Cera in the Raval of Barc...