Picasso in Dundee

I bought a Picasso. Ok, a print. Ok, a print from a book. But I like it. And it will remind me of the trip to Newport-on-Tay with Ruby long after the memory of the seafood linguine in Little Italy has gone, although that will linger for a long time too.

And we used the Custodians Gate to escape Broughty Castle, I mustn’t forget that either.