Barcelona, June 26th, 2007 by Julia Klatt Singer Somewhere between late-night and early morning it is the sound of breaking glass that fills the air— not the call of the cooking-oil man with six orange barrels strapped loosely to his dolly with bungee cords. He taps and rolls them through the cobblestone streets, metal onContinue reading “Barcelona, June 26th, 2007 by Julia Klatt Singer”