Spring, that season credited with blooming life, new warmth, and the resurrection, is upon us. In a few short weeks the trees that line the streets of Barcelona, previously sickly and ill under Winter's curse, have begun to breathe again. The wind that blows from the sea and rushes through city streets has now a softer touch, a hint of humanity to it. Men remove their coats for friendly competition, picnics become a pleasant pastime, and fresh colors paint the ground and sky with their innocence. This is Barcelona. This is Sunday in Spring.
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