It takes something special to convince yourself to stay in Perpignan with Barcelona calling from the other side of the border. After 700 km on bike through France we got stuck in the city after another messy crossing on the highway. A camping van's wet dream of honking. Luckily we landed in Bar and Britz to wash down the irritation with a bottle of wine served by the towering Britz, a local rugby legend. The man himself has nothing to prove to his daily clients. Moreover, anybody in the city with a bit of common sense will recommend his bar with its motley crew of sport enthusiasts, solemn bar flies and humorous wisecrackers. Outside, the sun scorches the square. Inside, the medicine gets mixed up as catalan pride is concocted with a good pinch of irony. Stayed two days. Got smashed. read more