Image of love in the Raval by Alice Pasquini

The feeling I get when I spend an entire morning searching for Alice Pasquini’s latest work which she’d left sprinkled round the Raval, I imagine is somewhat similar to the feeling between the two young lovers in the image. It’s been quite a few years since that particular species of butterfly has flitted around in this stomach, but some of my more fruitful mornings of aiming my camera at musty, cracked walls and doorways have left me feeling a bit younger. Or at least have awakened a sense of illusion that had enjoyed a long period of hibernation.