Saturday 16 August 2008

Yesterday, Spanish; Today, Moroccan

Decided to give the market a miss as there was sure to be a mass of heaving humanity to negotiate. You'll perhaps be surprised that we do do other things apart from eating and drinking; This afternoon there was a visit to José's (Philippe's brother-in-law's) exhibition in a nearby village. since his retirement, he's taught himself to sculpt olive wood and by way of a change he decorates terracotta pots and vases. The paintings on show are those of his cousin who lives in Tarragona. After all that culture and ages spent waiting to be able to photo a swallow feeding her chicks, we were in need of a cuppa which we found at Philippe's Mum's.As everyone knows, we can't live by culture alone so in the evening we attended a meal at the campsite with Leo and Elsa. There were a couple of other councillors there who stayed for the apéritif but we were the only ones to stay for the Moroccan meal. It was really good, so no regrets on that score. Leo and Elsa found another equally bored-with-being-on-holiday-with-Mum-and-Dad teenager. The eclipse of the moon was also visible for a time so one way and another, everyone was happy.

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