A resident who got up very early for work reported that the crowds on the way home, the tourist apartment, the hotel, or the youth haunt in Primavera Sound in Diagonal were impressive. There were two reasons for not paying too much attention to this: What happens near where we live seems more important than it actually is It’s also known that the dawn transition between partygoers and commuters creates friction, a problem at any early bar.
But at the same time, it seemed plausible that a record-breaking edition of Primavera Sound on Diagonal would have stigmas of overcrowding that had never been seen before. We’re going to pop the balloon all over again: There were no balloons at dawn on Saturday. More or less as usual. Unlike what happens in nightclubs on Just Marlés Street in Lloret de Maror at least that’s what it used to be, not everyone exits Primavera Sound at the same time.
However, there were aspects of mobility around Parc del Fòrum worth mentioning between 03:00 and 05:00. Like the patience of the staff big queues To take the tram, shuttle bus or taxi at the Josep Pla con Taulat stop. And like the determination most people show when going down the Diagonal for a long walk, we’ll get there.
Or not, they’ll still knock you out because Diagonal’s central platform a crazy pedicab race. In both directions, with a ticket leaving Fòrum and looking for a ticket to Fòrum, going through full throttle and any traffic regulation in either case. There has never been so much badass wandering around even the worst bumper car track. Ok, you have to make a living and Primavera Sound is a mine but walking in the middle of it scared me an erratic crossfire of battery rickshawsthey are stripped, the artifacts who run.
Price? everyday and like a medicine in times of famine: Almost 15 “euritos” from Plaça de les Glòries to the Paseo de Sant Joan with Consell de Cent were a robbery offer.
When you’re about to crush you seven times on that journey you took on foot, you almost regret not dropping the dough, and you experience the embarrassment of being a passenger in one of those mechanisms that have repercussions and, of course, bad reality.
The subway closed at 02:00, as it does every Friday.