You know what the realtors say: location, location, location. Well, this place has it -- at least for our tastes. It's right next to our favorite market, Mercat de Sant Antoni, that we've written about before. The renovation work is really coming along quickly, now.
We're not getting any younger, so it's nice to know we can hobble over to the market and get our bacalao, shellfish, fin fish, fowl, rabbit, snails, fruits, vegetables, nuts, olives, and even a good bite to eat and some vermouth or cava to slake our thirst from the arduous trek across the street.
It's 3 blocks to the Airport bus, which we used several times this trip. It's a 3 minute walk to the L2 (purple) metro, and 8 minutes to the L1 (red) or L3 (green) lines. We explicitly don't want a car, so this is great for us.
There's an antiquarian book fair that's set up every Sunday on the cross street, and the stalls spill over onto the adjoining streets, including one in front of "our" front door. I bought some comic books aimed at kids in Castilian to help me learn the language; no way I'm ready for the Catalan books I almost picked up.
After I saw Irene off at the Airport bus, I wandered around and it seemed like there are at least 20 cafes open, even on a Sunday morning when many things are closed, with a 2 block radius of "our" place. The spiffy Moritz brew pub is a block or two away.
We determined empirically that neighborhood fixture Els Tres Tombs' cafe stays open an hour later than the other cafes. Great for night owls like us, and 3 minutes from "our" place. We spent at least a couple happy afternoons at this place when we were here years ago.
There's just one small problem: our place doesn't exist yet. More later...
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