The plaintive notes of the busker’s voice fill the subway station, even after we’re one floor below her. “Barcelona is on fi-yahhhhhhh… This girl is on fi-yaaahhhhh” “I wonder if that’s a blessing or an omen?” I asked ET. But as I thought about it, and about the dreadful weather (by Barcelona standards) we’ve had for the past week, I realise she could very well be making a wish for the rain in Barcelona to be replaced with their accustomed sunshine. We’re in Barcelona, the city that hates rain so much they would rather be on fire.