Isabel Núñez takes us along a personal tour of the city with a particular combination of a search for beauty, a strong criticism of speculation and destruction, irony, and nostalgia, which is not of the past, but of lost innocence. And stuck in these itineraries, whether they are a fabric of imagination or vibrant, is literature, her own and that of others, as the infinite carpet of storytellers. Images are not conceived as a photograph, but as the backs of postcards that the author sent and received well before the dawn of the electronic era, when travelling meant adventures and mental disconnection. Her views are always subjective, falling under an eventful logic that only secret and unconscious reasons could explain. The illustrated prologue by Javier Mariscal adds another way of looking at Barcelona, equally passionate but definitively different, maybe more evocative, drawing a fine line of convergence. Mariscal is shown here as a having a passion for the history of cities, even if he strives to hide this under his ironic humour and exuberant fantasies.
