Licensed | grade | easy |
| base | Barcelona |
| location tags | Barcelona, Barcelonès, Barrio Chino, Catalonia, Catalunya, Cataluña, Raval, |
| theme tags | radical, social history, |
| walking distance | 2.90 km / 1.8 miles |
| walking time, excluding breaks | 1 hr |
| total return travel time from base to walk | 0 hr |
| total time from "hello" to "goodbye" | 1.35 hr |
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On Saturday March 10 1923, anarcho-syndicalist leader Salvador “Sugarboy” Seguí met for a drink opposite the university with radical Catalanist lawyer Lluís Companys in order to discuss work being carried out on one of the latter’s properties in town. He left and with a friend headed down the Rambla and then right for a stroll through Barcelona’s Sin City, the brothels of the Raval. Minutes later he was dead, shot down by gunmen sent by Barcelona industrialists.
This walk takes you along the route followed by Sugarboy and introduces you to important people and locations in the district where, between WWI and the Spanish Civil War, Parisian libertarianism met vicious Chicago-style gangsterism. You’ll meet up with bombings, shootings, brothels, anarchists, feminists, prisons, barracks, factories, burned-out churches, working class socio-cultural associations, as well as what’s left of the district’s emblematic bars and music halls.
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A 10% discount applies to all walks this summer.
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