Travel arrangements went smoothly until we hit the arrivals hall at Terminal A, where our name was conspicuously absent among the placards held by the various taxi drivers, and remained so as our fellow travellers departed to leave us alone in the cavernous amphitheatre considering our options until at last our man appeared, apologetic, having been looking for us at the much more utilised Terminal B - but he made up for lost time by driving us into the city at breakneck speed; after booking in to our hotel we took a short walk down to the marina and had pizzas for tea, then strolled up La Ramblas and into the Gothic old town - very atmospheric in the gathering dusk - before returning via a Starbucks to the hotel.
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