The City Has a Counter

Barcelona is all small exchanges here: lottery windows, shopfront glass, numbers, hands, waiting.

The street is not open space. It has rules.
A counter decides where the body stops.
Glass keeps the gesture visible but out of reach.

A hand comes forward.
A number sits behind the window.
Someone waits outside and still has to play along.

This is not the postcard version of the city.
It is the city as a set of limits: pay here, wait there, come closer, not that close.