Though I was only in Spain, and an untypical part of it at that, for a short time I couldn't help thinking that reports of its imminent death are greatly exaggerated. Given a choice between the liveliness and lack of deference of Barcelona and a Britain hogtied by the bindweed of terminal nostalgia, I know which I would choose. And no one – given my track record of xenophobia - is more surprised by my choice than myself.
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