English
There are cities whose face undergoes a change sometimes even beyond all recognition when it´s August and its inhabitants abandon it Then images of a science fiction movie anticipating a post-nuclear future and the dawn of a new world on the physical remains of the old, suddenly deserted in a parallel universe of character between nightmares and wonder arises.
Major streets and avenues routinely characterized by the continuous bustle of people and vehicles seized by a frenzy of activity happen to belong almost entirely to the walker, a walker perceives as never before the unsuspected perspectives and possibilities of his surroundings. The moment seems to grant a special aura to those, the few people who walk slowly in a sort of suspended reality where the contour, texture and smell of things, life itself! seems to take a different value and certainly creates an exceptional moment if you want briefly to wonder and share the mystery in a light and weightlessness of time that just seems to stand still. When times seems to stop, as said somewhere on a novel by Haruki Murakami, it just becomes irregular, a partial relaxation under which the order, succession and the probability of things to experience is a substantial decline in value.
That´s what happens in many cities in August, leaving the strong impression that the world is ours, it is ours, however, in the case of Barcelona, the massive influx of tourists and traffic flow makes this impossible for its most famous streets to become deserted, unlike the Gran Via in Madrid, which takes on a ghostly ordeal under the scorching August sun in broad daylight. It is therefore paramount to visit the outside world that necessarily appropriates those who stay in Barcelona when most of its inhabitants are gone, like the more peripheral areas (neighborhoods like Poblesec, between Liceu and Montjuic) and the interior ones (theaters and cinemas where it is difficult to get tickets). Thus, the lovely tavernas and popular bars in beautiful Poblesec can be enjoyed without the crowds and you can eat without oppression in places like the wonderful restaurant´s at the Modernist Sortidor Square in the beautiful square of the same name, or by changing area, it is considerably easier to find a table in the wonderful bohemian Argentinean restaurant Rekons , at Comte Urgell corner of Florida Blanca, perhaps before you have calmly inspected the bookstalls of old San Antonio Market on Sundays being much easier to move around and about in August, before entering without queuing into Floridablanca theaters to see an original version with subtitles.
