My new job post takes me twice weekly to the UPC (Universitat Politècnica de Catalunya) campus in nearby Castelldefels, a small city nestled snugly between a long beach and the airport. The highway that runs between Barcelona and Castelldefels was once famous for its roadside prostitution (the workers are easily recognisable for their plastic chairs and beach umbrellas set up just a few metres from passing traffic) and the city itself was once a hotbed of brothels, known in Spanish as “PutiClubs” or prostíbulos. The Puti is for puta, which is Spanish for prostitute and Club because they are set up as what some American cities would call a gentleman’s club, with a less-than-discreet happy ending included in the price. In fact, a few years back there was a huge scandal involving high-level Catalan Police (Mossos d’Esquadra) taking kickbacks from some of the more lucrative clubs.
On a more positive note, Castelldefels is also home to one of the few shopping malls which is open every day of the year, and the area surrounding the city’s train station plays host to some interesting street art. I’ve posted one of my favourites here.