Enchanted Forest

I'm surprised this wasn't on the itinerary when my uncle took me to Barcelona.

One of the highlights of that trip was a stroll down a street of ancient hookers plying their drooping wares. Women in their 50s and 60s, maybe even older. Out of the entire poignant tableau, what I remember most clearly was the father who'd brought his young son. To paraphrase Sandra Bernhard: It was a picture Norman Rockwell forgot to paint.

Thanks to Riley for sparking this glamorous reverie.