Thursday, January 01, 2009

New Year's Walk

I walked up the beach and down the avenue today, in order to get the memory of far too many lobsters out of my head and legs and belly. The whole town had a hangover: I felt that if I shouted all the buildings would put their hands over their ears and say '¡Joé, tio!'. There was: interesting graffiti that led nowhere;

the city, laid out like an expensive dessert on a silver plate;

a foolhardy seabird that came this close to my camera;

an edible snail which had very little choice about how close I came to it;

history and civic pride, and

only two other people taking a stroll in the whole of the old town.

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