The bump, the stall and the pardon me

We left Almería yesterday morning and had a stupendously beautiful drive north to Murcia, Alicante, and Valencia, stopping at a small town, Vinaròs, at a small hotel, with the hardest beds in the world, but for 46€ it was okay. This morning we had cafe con leches and croissant and were on the road by 8:40 am. We managed to arrive at the Hertz rental car park at the Barcelona airport at 11am, having stopped to fill up the car. An uneventful drive, quick checkin and then a walk through an overpass to the train to Barcelona Sants. Our train to Montpellier would leave this station at 4:20, so the idea was to check our luggage, which we did, have some lunch, which we did

 and then walk up to the Museu Nacional Art de Catalunya, which we did.

It was closed, and the fountains were off, but the views are spectacular and it was a nice day for a walk.

 We figured we'd walk back on a slightly different street, which we did, and standing at a corner, waiting to cross, Les was slightly ahead of me. Two guys were behind and a couple a little behind and to the side of them. I noticed this as Les was going to step forward and I said "there are still cars coming, fast". One of the guys kind of smiled at this. We made it across the street, more an alley than a two way street and the woman bumped me from the side, I felt something behind and whipped around, kind of hitting the woman with my small backpack. I apologized.....so Canadian, and gave the guys a fierce look, thinking, "gee, we almost got pick pocketed". The woman gave me an offended look and held up her right hand that had a new white bandage around, as if it had been recently sprained. I again apologized. Les had no idea what was happening, came to my side and I said "those guys were going to try and open my pack". He took a look and sure enough, the front pouch was unzipped. They could have taken my half bottle of water or my glasses. The rest of the valuables.....yes, the passports again, were in a pouch, in my MEC purse, inside the main pouch of the pack, underneath my raincoat and umbrella. Access almost impossible. We turned and watched the two guys and the couple and it was very clear that they were together, all very innocently looking in a store window. I was incensed but didn't want to start screaming and calling the cops (guess I could have) but we did decide to go directly to the train station and spend our extra hour there reading our books. 

We are now on the train to Montpellier, travelling first class as it only cost 5€ extra and the seats are way bigger and more comfortable.