When we lived in NYC, we scoffed at tourists who played with the street performers. Low and behold, we have come to understand nutty tourists. Today we discovered how much fun street performers can be as we strolled the famed Las Ramblas. We even coughed up a couple euro so that we would be included, albeit with some somewhat creepy men. We don’t know what we expected…
The Indian and the Cowboy take aim at tourists, but at least they provide sturdy hats for their victims.
The ultimate paella recipe! We were able to give our compliments directly to the chef's...head.
Charlie Chaplin is quite the lady's man. Whatever, I don't care if I had to pay for them, I haven't gotten flowers from a man in years!
Perrin remembers The Titans, her high school mascot. About two seconds after this pic was taking he jumped at her and Perrin shrieked so loudly, all of Las Ramblas turned to stare.
Creepiest baby on the street. That little devil head makes disturbing chirping noises and we couldn't bring ourselves to pose near it.
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