Billed as "an extravagant joint with remarkable decoration", it lives up to its claim. There's a cover charge of 1,500 pesetas (about £6) and you have to buy a minimum of two drinks which don't come cheap. Unless you want to feel left out, go flamboyantly dressed. Slip on silver platforms, don that pink feather boa, pull on your fright wig and play "is that a guy or a girl?" game. Then head for bar l'Ascensor on Carrer Bellafila. It's a cosy place to chill out to cool music in an unhurried atmosphere and have those end-of-the-night, philosophical conversations with friends. CAVA Cava is the Spanish equivalent of French champagne. Just as bubbly, as delicious and a lot less expensive (around £4 a bottle), you can quaff it at the city's most popular Cava and tapas bar, El Xampanyet. It's an intimate little place with a sunny, Mediterranean feel and friendly staff, who keep the corks popping until 2 am. ACCOMMODATION 1. Majestic Hotel & Spa
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His lovely eyes seem to glow with rash excitement. Then, as the seconds passed, they dimmed. His expression slowly folded into a mask of ancient sadness. "Don't be afraid," he murmured, his velvet voice unintentionally seductive. "I promise..." He hesitated. "I swear not to hurt you." He seemed more concerned with convincing himself than me. "Don't be afraid," he whispered again as he stepped closer, with exaggerated slowness. He sat sinuously, with deliberately unhurried movements, till our faces were on the same level, just a foot apart. "Please forgive me," he said formally. "I can control myself. You caught me off guard. But I'm on my best behavior now." He waited, but I still couldn't speak. "I'm not thirsty today, honestly." He winked. At that I had to laugh, though the sound was shaky and breathless. "Are you all right?" he asked tenderly, reaching out slowly, carefully, to place his marble hand back in mine.
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