Skin

We’d be lost without it. But sometimes too much of it can be a bit off-putting - with humans and animals. Plus I’m not a fan of stretched ear lobes. Shot taken through a window in the Gothic district of Barcelona (or BCN as they call it here). Not sure if they were related in any way but the hairless cat was all over him. Skin on skin as it were.

Fabulous day. Another local walk (the back streets around here are lovely); we found a shop run by people who are obsessed with cats and books (felt very at home, obv).  

Then did the tourist thing (Sagrada Familia). Stunning and unique. You feel like you are in a living forest, as Gaudi intended. Wonderfully colourful and very moving. As churches go it has a universal appeal to it as if your particular persuasion is unimportant. Catholics, Buddhists and Jews of the world unite. You have nothing to lose but your dogma in the face of riotous colour and an LSD type religious high bought about by nothing more than the magnificence of your surroundings (they call it a natural high I believe).

Lunch in a lovely vegan cafe (Equilibrium) where we chatted at length with a rather stunning looking Danish woman dressed all in black who taught tango for a living and was doing a masters degree in fine arts. Where do these people come from? It is times like this I think I am living in the matrix and it is serving up digital tapas to make me feel happy. 

Afternoon we went to the gothic area, which was okay particularly as we had beers / cocktails in a nice little cafe and just chilled. Touristy perhaps but chilled for all that. Went around in circles with a dysfunctional self guided tour but it didn't matter. I mean nothing does on holiday does it? We just went with the flow.

In the evening we ate in the Vegan Junk Food Bar which was fabulous. Bought the sweat shirt (I was cold) and had fabulous fake ribs and fake fish with dirty fries. Had done far too much walking by this time (over 20,000 steps) so got the metro home where we played games and drank wine in the hotel lounge area. I went for a whisky; the waitress was feeling chatty and generous (I swear it was a quadruple shot that she poured me). She liked Seville and didn’t like Manchester (difficult to argue with that).

Great day. Had a bit of everything.

Today’s album here.