Due to that, he used to hang out in cafes around Barcelona.
Sometimes in the search of some peace of mind and inspiration, sometimes
to meet with some artist friends. On this particular day, of a
particular month, of a specific year in a particular bohemian corner of
beautiful and sunny Barcelona, Picasso decided to get to know this new
humble cafe that had just recently opened its doors, he picked a table
in the very corner and there he stood in peace thinking about life while
sipping a delicious, aromatic and earthy cup of coffee. Some peace he
wanted, some peace he didn't find. At a given moment a fan of his
spotted him on the corner and couldn't lose that opportunity to meet
such a famous artist that she loved so much. She approached him and this
is how a bird told me it played out: