I do not know why it is called Les Planes if the slopes are brutal ... It could be argued that the real Barcelonism (forget football here) necessarily takes to come to Les Planes and eat here. I am told that many Latinos come here: large families prone to endless carnivorous rituals. Here, and in the parks of Brooklyn.

And then there are the houses. Design houses with self-built houses with Leroy Merlin cabins next to "torretes" from 1900's surrounded by street dogs and cats and boars and realtors searching without finding.