The theatre ledge was the most productive place of all and Daniel was quite a treat to watch skate, he lands his flat ground tricks with a ker-thump and had plenty of ledge trickery for me to point at. Vincent is rad too at being French and cocky, which I like, so we instantly found a common ground in slagging eachother. Parallel was also a good footage farm where I even managed to snatch a JB Gillet cameo- stoked!
As this bloggy camera was purchased the day before I flew out I hadn't familiarised myself with its technicalities and hence the photees are a bit thin on the ground. Here's the only pic I got of my gracious host Danny- whose floor was my temp home- brekkie time, a milky coffee and 15 biscuits! "yeah meng, ees good no?" It was pretty delish' but it had my stomach doing knots pretty quickly..
..so I reverted to the Steve Kelly Barcelona (Barlenerra) anytime culinary choice- a large bottle of Dan-up yoghurt. (pronounced Yooo!- ghurt, not yog-urt)
Unfortunately I'd to bail as the cake was cooling on the window sill so I didn't get to taste greatness.
Barcelonely, I dunno, the lads were mad cool, but I couldn't live there, the complete skate saturation seems to blur the things I get excited about into insignificance. I reckon I will return, but hopefully it will be with Luke & Gibbo for another "reunion tour".