The flowers of our tiles do not know spring. No one waters them. They do not wilt or smell. And, despite everything, they bloom every day under our feet.
Until autumn arrives and the leaves of the plane trees begin to fall. And now, yes, they know a season: they dress in autumn.
—And you say this happens to you every year? —ask the flowers.
At street level, there are things that are never fully understood. Not even when you've had them under your feet for years.
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Illustration: Kota
Text: Elena Busquets
Title: Barcelona at street level
Contact: https://kotafaces.com/