Let’s be honest, Picasso’s genius was more than just an innate aptitude; there was, after all, a certain green fairy on his shoulder. For a mere fiver at Marsella you can channel the genius with a hefty, traditionally served dose of Absinthe, complete with the full paraphernalia of sugar cube, teaspoon and water.
Rumored to be the oldest bar in town, and regularly laced with scenesters, foreigners and troublemakers, it’s a mandatory stop that’s a whole lot more lively than the Magic Fountain of Montjuïc.
It was to be expected. After years of gay boys spilling out of Gayxample to stake out new territory in Heteroland, the tide is turning: Gayxample is going straight.
Pánico en el Paralelo! ¡Uuhhh!, ¡que miedo! Volvió A Los Huevos Tuyos returned with some who could sing, some who couldn't but who could put on a show, and then some who should just have stayed at home. But, as always, a fabulous time.
