There is nothing noteworthy about this photo. It's just a building in Barcelona, attractive but not particularly charming.
As I took it, I was sitting on a café patio below. With a colleague, we had just finished visiting the International Tourism Show with a group of 36 business school students, and we were free for the rest of the afternoon. As we left, said colleague invited me to join her for lunch with a few people she was meeting up with who live in the city.
I had had grand plans to "see stuff" during the afternoon. But my feet hurt. I had gotten up at 1:45 am, ridden a bus for 7 hours, and then tromped around a trade fair for 5 more.
Of course I said yes.
We ended up at a tiny, somewhat greasy-looking neighborhood tapas bar. "Authentic" would be the word.
We sat down, and time just stopped. I snapped this photo, and let Barcelona take over. The next 24 hours were sheer magic...