Sangria

We wondered some more through the streets a little aimlessly as it's just so busy and we were so tired. Barcelona has a huge range of architectural styles but so much seems to clash and together with the throng of tourists it doesn't make for a particularly pleasant experience. We miss the peace of smaller and less touristy cities. So we stopped at a bat desperate for something cool. The barman saw me coming and filled a gallon bowl with sangria for Katarina, charging likewise. But he was interesting. Originally from somewhere Asian he spoke English well given it was a bar that served the British football crowd. I asked him about the British football fans and he had little nice to say except they liked to spend money.