I live on love street

I really live here now. I've got an apartment and everything; moved in today. I live in a neighborhood called Clot, which I haven't explored too much yet but which I assure you is much nicer than it sounds. And the ickiness of the name Clot is more than offset, for me anyway, by the fact that the name of my street is Enamorats, which means lovers in Catalan (enamorados in Spanish). On the ground floor of the building (the ground floor of the whole block, actually) is this weird sort of half-shopping-mall, half-souk labyrinth of stalls selling things like blankets and perfume and hardware. Galerias, they call them. And, Clot is near the Sagrada Familia, so I can just say I live near the Sagrada Familia instead of having to say the word Clot.