Tonight it’s magical in Barcelona. It’s not cold, it’s not warm, it’s not even crisp, it’s a fall night after a warm storm and the sky is black and sparkling. If you’re in Barcelona, go out and take a walk and breathe in the smell of dry leaves. Golden leaves, falling at your feet. I was here, at the Plaza Sant Agusti Vell, 6, at a classic, the bar Can Joanet. It was quiet and we sat outdoors with our jackets open just to feel the night air coming close. We ate pan con tomate and anchovies from Cantabrica, the best in the country and maybe the world. The patatas bravas melted on my tongue like wafers, like sweet salt, like cake! I felt blessed. They were setting up the tables inside for dinner but I didn’t see any people which was why I loved being there. This night air is intoxicating, I can’t get enough, it’s almost as good as the wine. I came home and opened the back door.