When I remember my visits to the Boqueria market on the Barcelona Rambles, what I remember is the life and colour. The life of the hundreds of stands full of goods, the life of the people filling their shopping baskets and getting their energy back with a fruit juice or enjoying a glass of Penedés with the Saturday hors d’oeuvres. The colour of the explosion of hundreds of glasses of water melon, melon, orange and kiwi drinks, of the tomatoes from the vegetable gardens and the brilliant baskets of strawberries.
The Boqueria is Barcelona. It is a cocktail of visitors and people of Barcelona from the Raval, Gothic and Born districts. The perfect metaphor of the Barcelona identity of recent decades. It is a market with classical products such as fruit and vegetables, fish straight from the fish exchange, the most flavoursome meats and such Spanish delicatessen as smoked ham. But also wine shelves, classical professionals such as shoemakers and knife sharpeners and bars for trying out the excellent Catalan cuisine.
Under certain conditions, the Boqueria reaches its maximum splendour, so my little piece of advice would be to wait until after midday. Its urban nature will bring together housewives finishing the shopping, the leisurely in search of the first beer and the young getting up late and looking for something fresh to eat quickly. The city’s micro cosmos in a place in constant movement.