Ben's Place on a Summer Night

Ben’s place is in fact "Ben and Paula’s place". You can tell that by the walk-in wardrobe. The well folded trousers and shirts on hangers betray conjugal bliss on weekends.

On entering the apartment one must opt for a left or right turn. The permanent curry smell wafting from the kitchen attracts most visitors to the right. Possessors of a finer palate may swing left to a rather spacious bedroom with different areas; a sleeping area featuring a bed and a chill out area featuring a sofa.

Ben, I am sure, whiles away the summer evenings on the sofa with a paperback in hand and a handkerchief to mop his brow.

The main living area close to the curry-doused kitchen has a large couch with head rests that encourage one to sleep. A high-class bean bag is thrown in the corner, it sits there open-armed inviting passers-by to lie inside it.

Ode to the ice-crusher that seems to be crushing its way through the last of the large ice cubes that Ben feeds into it on the way to making mojitos. Lucky we have Andrea on hand to turn Ben’s crushed water into sippable cocktails.

Were it not for the new pseudo-air conditioning I may have lost some weight on my last visit. That said tartiflette washed down with French rosé kept the weight up, excellent conversation kept the spirits up.

A typically pleasant summer night in Gràcia, wouldn't you say?