This one is easily my favorite of the 6 poems posted. It so captures the flavor of Barcelona which I was lucky enough to visit some ten years ago. There were a lot of exciting things happening there - street artists displaying their creations, musicians performing and inviting people to dance in the streets, exotic aromas of food I'd never smelled before, even exotic caged birds for sale on La Rambla. The most delicious meal I've ever eaten was in Barcelona - tomato bread, rabbit and lobster stew, champagne, and even iced tea made especially for us because we (Americans) asked for it! And we visited the Zoo which put any zoo I've visited in the U.S. to shame. How I wish I could return to Spain. If I could, I'd spend my whole life traveling wherever I want, whenever I want. But alas, I am just a commoner who must get up and report to work everyday.
I was pleasantly surprised by the prostitutes/boots rhyme (don't think I've seen that before), and while I don't recall the prostitutes in Barcelona, I'm sure they were there among the hustle and bustle of the city along with all its fascinatingly gawdy architecture.
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