Thursday, 2 June 2016

Time For a Postcard 3.

city in the background

Last time I was in this city was not the first time.

The first time, none of this was here.

The city was smaller; I was bigger.

The last time was two nights ago, just in time.

“Excuse me” - wave.

Window comes down.

“Para el camp nou?”

“Sígueme.”

I followed, stuck to his bumper like a clam - which I ate today at the beach bar.

Razor.

He waved goodbye at the front door.

Great service but no chance to park here – so - up the hill.


Three hours forty.

Danced?


65, 000 did!

int/42

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