Bar Leo is an experience. People might not like it, we simply love it. It’s Leokadia’s (the gentle innkeeper) small temple made of tapas, vermuth, and Flamenco. The small room is literally plastered with journals and posters and pictures of Bambino, forniture is anything but fancy, food is simple, and if you are lucky you can happen to be there when some tocaore is playing guitar. At the end of July Leo was in Italy for some vacation, and we organized a weekend in Barcelona with the good-old-friends he lived with in Gex and by chance other friends from his hometown where in town. The sun was shining brighter on Barcelona in that days.