I've been in Barcelona for an hour, having lugged two suitcases down six cobblestone streets and up three flights of stairs, and already I have to exclaim "I love it!" The energy here is intoxicating.
After our tearful farewell at La Muse this morning, I enjoyed a lovely quiet drive through the rolling hills of Narbonne and caught my first glimpse of the Mediterranean on my way to Perpignan.
|My first sight of the Mediterranean (a glint of silver)|
Perpignan is like a Mediterranean Left Bank. I'd love to shop it with you sometime, Jaclynn. Preferably on a sunny mid-winter break. It was halter-top weather there today. (Pictures from my day below.) And the train ride to Spain was not at all terrible; thanks for recommending an upgrade to first class.
It's 10pm. Time to venture out into the Gothic district for tapas.
Hope you're enjoying a life-changing meal in Paris right now.
Love the Fallen Saint!ReplyDelete
You can't see this in the picture, but his head has been severed as well.ReplyDelete
Stunning. You have a great eye with the lens --ReplyDelete