I keep coming back to the same small bargain: shopfront glass, numbers, a public fountain, a counter telling the hand where to stop.
Barcelona is not scenery in these pictures. It gets in the way. It puts something between people and whatever they need: a pane of glass, a strip of metal, a place to wait, a rule nobody has bothered to write down.
People adjust.
They wait. Lean in. Pay. Drink. Move on.
The street gives a little. Then it asks for something back.






