The W Barcelona is Europe’s flagship W, and by all accounts, its maiden first year has been a success. The hotel’s billowing-sail architecture, by Catalan architect Ricardo Bofill, has been roundly praised (except for the El País columnist who compared it to an "inglorious beer belly.")
It’s one of Barcelona’s first major hotels with straight-shot access to the beach, Playa San Sebastià. And the 26th-floor Eclipse bar, which opened this Spring, is pretty amazing, surrounded by screen-saver-worthy views of the Mediterranean.
But the draw for us is the small Barceloneta neighborhood, which lies a short stroll from the hotel. Explore the backstreets, and you might see avias (grandmas) in floral housedresses and knee-high support stockings sitting on folding chairs. Relax on a plaza bench, as the late-afternoon sun splinters through trees to warm the top of your head. Then, hit the bars and chiringuitos for squid and cerveza.
Even better is that tourists don’t often spend much time here. The UK weekenders (who fly down for as little as 32 pounds return – we wish!) mostly pass by the neighborhood’s fringes on their way to get tipsy on wildly overpriced sangria at the Las Ramblas tourist traps (Hint: Laminated quadrilingual menus are not a good sign.)
So: By all means, stay at the W; let them cater to your needs “wherever and whatever”; swoon at the Eclipse bar views. And then slum it for the evening in Barceloneta. You’ll find us at the bar with the 2-euro glass of wine, sawdust on the floor, and no closing time.
[Photo: Ribota ]