Barcelona — Ppl

She drew a squiggly line in the air. “You know. Wandering without a map. Letting the city take you.”

On a Thursday, Leo let the city take him. He followed the sound of a rumba catalana down a side street in El Raval. He got lost in the gothic quarter, running his hand along Roman walls. He watched a grandfather teach his granddaughter to skate on the polished marble of Plaça de Sant Felip Neri, where the scars of shrapnel were still visible on the façade. ppl barcelona

“PPL sent me to a city,” Leo said. “But I found a pulse.” She drew a squiggly line in the air

“Why?” asked the man from PPL, not looking up from Leo’s file. not looking up from Leo’s file.