I remember hearing the load city noises, the tourist groups that were walking by, the music that was playing on all the corners, the smell of food and cars and the heat in the summer that was unlike anything I had experienced by then.
Around me people were chatting in all kinds of different languages, be it Catalan, Spanish, English, French...
My parents were very excited to be here, as by night the fountain in front of the Museo Nacional D'art de Catalunya (the big building in the back), would start "dancing" by performing a water choreography that was accompanied by music and lights in all different types of colours.
It was a special feeling to go back after I picked up my hobby in Photography and capture the places that had a lot of meaning to me. And I am very excited to share these with you...
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