The other day I strolled in the gothic quarter of Barcelona and came by a tattoo shop. I was very impressed with the lady who stood behind the counter. She was the best advertisement that anyone could have thought of for this kind of establishment. I wondered: Did mom and dad already have a tattoo and this is simply the second generation of making one’s own body the canvass of an artistic impulse? Or did mom and dad absolutely not want her to have any tattoo on her skin and the lady wanted to show her folks that she is truly independent? Or did she fall in love with a guy who was into tattoos? Be it as it may, next to the cathedral of Barcelona, the phrase “my body is my temple” took on a whole new meaning.