it's a miserable, horrible, cold, wet and rainy day in barcelona...

Under the eaves of the local shops, an accordian band plays doleful tangos while the pedestrians fight with their sad, cheap, pathetic umbrellas bought hastily in the street.

Suddenly, as I take shelter under the next eave, the day seems less dreary with a musical score. There begins to be something delicious and delectable about the gawdy parade of umbrellas flipping in the wind, soaking their owners. Something joyful and comical in the endless parade of fashionable women in their soggy stockings and open toed high heels.

The band plays on...c'est la vie