After what was a relatively busy day – well just going to the market really – we finished off the evening with a drive up to Canar. Population 450 mid summer. One bar. But its such a lovely bar. Tiny. Good beer. Gorgeous fish tapas tonight. We sat outside at 21.30 bathed in the hot evening sun, still 35C. Diminutive elderly Spanish men sitting in the road as they have for centuries. Diminutive Spanish nonna’s perambulating down the street in pairs, pushing small grandchildren, waiting for the heat to go out of the day. Then home, down, down, hairpin upon hairpin. Watched the moon rise eating gambas, mopping up the buttery garlicky juices with bread. Much kitchen towel needed. Now the cicadas are chirring in the darkness and shooting stars are streaking across the southern skies. In the distance, midnight barking. Sky, heavy velvet.
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