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Lunch in the sun
The weather did us a favour on Boxing Day, December 26. It let us have lunch in the sun in St Marti, in La Terrassa d’Empuries, run by our friends Cisco and Loli. By the way, Primavera’s house, if it existed, would be on the gap site beside the church.
Thanks . . .
. . . to Andy Nimmo for that speedy comment. No, Andy, I was not washed anywhere by the recent North Berwick storm. In fact I wasn’t within a thousand miles of it, as we’ve been in Spain for the last week.
Things you forget: latest on the list is this . . . do not head north on the Ronda de Dalt through Barcelona at around 6:30pm on weekdays. It took us the best part of an hour to clear the city, all of it nose to tail. It was worth it in the end though,
as the weather’s been pretty decent ever since. Coffee time looms, so we’ll be heading down there again.
Bert de Marco
Many thanks, Bert. I have been in your eponymous leisure centre many a time, but not in many a year, since I looked like this.
You raise some interesting points, not least about Kenny McAskill’s ill thought out unified police force, which seems to be based on cost alone with no thought of value or public service.
Bob hates the notion and so do I, so yes, more prequels are a real possibility.
Imaginary
You see some odd things in shop windows. This one is in Barcelona; I was reminded of it by a discussion with my stepdaughter who reckons John Lennon’s ‘Imagine’, is one of the best songs ever written. While I understand that view, I don’t buy into it, for two reasons. One, I find the lyric naive and simplistic. Two, I am of Lennon’s generation and I don’t recall him putting into practice any of the things he preached, in his dealings with his first family, his band mates and even for a time, Yoko Ono.
Grand old team
Just when I was settling down for a snooze on Monday in our Barcelona hotel, what did I hear but a familiar chorus. When I looked outside, what did I see? Whoever you are, I hope you enjoyed the game, lads. Sorry about the late goal.
Man of many talents
This chap peering out of the kitchen of Can Roura, his excellent restaurant in St Martí d’ Empúries, is my friend Joan Malé. As well as being an outstanding chef, Joan has other strings to his bow. He’s a professional photographer, with his work heavily in demand. Not only that, he’s a musician, with his own record label and a second identity, Monoceros. Under that name, you’ll find his electronic constructions available through Amazon and iTunes.
Cheers, Joan.
Ominous
I took this shot on June 27, while flying over the Pyrenees. I don’t know what such a cloud formation indicates, but instinctively I didn’t fancy being underneath it.
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