The people in the square

It was a Sunday morning in early August and the sun was high in the sky. I walked slowly along Carrer de Congost. I stayed on the side of the street where I could use the shade of the surrounding buildings to shield me from the sun. I passed the bar run by punks and squatters. Across the street was the headquarters of the Gràcia homing pigeon breeding society. I smiled at the idea that such opposites could co-exist in this small Barcelona street. On one side was an association with the dove a...