An early breakfast that will live forever in memory was consumed before 9am on a weekday in Barcelona’s already heaving Boqueria market: A paper cone of battered, fried whitebait, wolfed down, eyes, head, tail, and washed down with a bottle of chilled Cava.
Fair enough, that class of breakfast requires the ‘stamina’ of a youth long passed, but the unique pleasure of dining in a covered market remains.
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