Taken from other locations in Barcelona, but still enjoying themselves under the towers of La Sagrada Familia, the hip-hop dancer has been joined by a mate. The tattooed and steel-muscled exerciser has been plucked from La Ciutadella – tattoos glinting in the evening rays. He’ll carry on much as before, in a world of his own: disciplined, adrenalised and a tiny bit narcissistic. But you can’t really blame him. He might work in a call centre.