The Boqueria, in Barcelona, is not exactly obscure, so there is plenty of information out there to help you navigate its stalls, sniffing out the raw fish spreads, fried rabas, nuts and candy piles and Technicolor fruit salads, while marveling at how the market failure of imperfect information lets identical packages of freshly chopped watermelon sell for radically different prices.
So I'll leave it at this: If you're stopping by Bar Pinotxo, do it early, before the market-supplied, deep-but-traditional menu is whittled down to just tripe and teeny-weeny rabbit ribs. (If you do show up late, however, still stop by Bar Pinotxo; the rabbit is pretty tasty, especially if washed down with Catalan cava.)
