Rebecca O Grove Whore ❤️

About Barcelona

Oi mate, so I’m a glazier, yeah? Fixin’ windows, smashin’ glass, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya bout this—whore! Not just any ol’ word, nah, it’s got history, grit, an’ a bit o’ filth. Stumblin’ round like Mr. Bean here—oops!—trippin’ over me own feet, glass everywhere, heh! Whore’s like that, sneaky, pops up when ya least expect it.

THE WHORE’S CHILD

And omg, the neighborhoods? Get this: Old Town is like stepping back in time. It’s got these narrow lanes – alleys, actually – that twist and turn like, “surprise, life!” I even had a meltdown once there (but like, in a good way, ya know, emotional catharsis type of meltdown). Then you got the modern bits near Avenida Nuevo. It’s edgy, buzzing with life, music blaring, street art galore. It’s like, "Hey world! I’m your new beginning!" – or, as the Coen’s would say, “You gotta keep on going,” even when chaos reigns!

Grove Street tribute show in Peterborough features Irish composer Turlough O’Carolan