Before I got to Primavera, I had no idea this happened. The festival goes all night; you can stay and watch DJs as the sun comes up behind you, or you can leave in those final minutes of night and walk home at dawn, which are always some of the strangest and most gorgeous walks, but I guess particularly so after a festival. I’d called it a relatively early night on Friday and got to sleep around 4, but I knew Saturday would be a lost cause despite me having an early departure today — I had to see Caribou and Underworld, it was my last night in Spain, and at this point I was kinda just going with the flow of whatever Tim Showalter came up with. A DJ was playing in the amphitheatre-ish Ray Bans stage; fireworks shot off pre-dawn while Blur’s “Girls & Boys” and David Bowie’s “Let’s Dance” played. I took a little walk around and tried to get a decent photo of the sunrise, mostly to no avail. And as I came back up the hill and started to angle out of the festival, dawn had arrived and the DJ was blasting “Born To Run.” Technically, I also heard strains of “Don’t Stop Believing” before I left, but I’m just gonna remember “Born To Run” here because hearing “Born To Run” blaring over a festival crowd at dawn, in the festival’s final moments, might be the best ending to a festival that I could ask for.