If that's the case, then Bar Marsella in Barcelona is the ultimate 'charming' bar. On paper it's a paint peeling, tobacco stained tourist trap selling rip off absinthe and sugar cubes to exchange students and Hemmingway fans. On paper, it's not a place I bothered to visit the first four times I came to Barcelona. But this year I did visit and the charm got me:



More about Bar Marsella in the New York Times.