Paint it blue

We took the bus to the next bay, Sant Pol, to see the modernista houses, ornately decorated and tiled, built at the end of the nineteenth century. One with fairy tale turrets was sadly neglected and falling into ruin, but this smaller one was being better cared for. It was hot in the sun as we walked under the pines alongside the beach and we were tempted by the tables outside the one cafe that was open and the idea of a cold beer. I rarely drink beer, except when I'm in the sun and the beer is the Catalan Estrella Damm. The moment was spoiled by a waiter who said the only tables available were already laid for lunch so we would have to go inside - at midday, when no one eats lunch here until getting on for 2 at the earliest! Our mood was saved by LoJ's discovery of a nature reserve in the dunes and my discovery of a bench by the sands where I sat next to a woman whose eyes were closed and face turned upwards in the heat. We happily exchanged just an 'hola' as I sat down and 'adeu' (Catalan for goodbye) when she left.

LoJ and I caught the bus back to town for cold beer at the Casino where we'll meet Veronica tomorrow, a stroll around the town and lunch.