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Pablo was a little puzzled by the area, but when he entered through a side street of the avenue, he saw a large group of people at the door of a bar. The lucky ones were able to rest their drinks on some barrels and high tables, but many were standing.

"Damn, what is this?"

"Handsome boy, this is Quimet Quimet. If you haven't been here, you can't consider yourself a Barcelona native..."

"Shall we order some tapas?"

"You don't order tapas here, idiot. Now you'll understand. I'll order you a bottle..."

There was no room in the small bar. It was really packed. The girl, with an agility for moving through the crowd, slipped up to the bar to order the two bottles and open the bill. She was just getting to where Pablo was when a waiter came out with a metal tray while shouting.

"Bicycles! Who wants bicycles? Come on, they won't be out for a while longer."