On my final day in the Catalan village of Sorede, I am giving myself over to the wind. It's gusting fiercely today and having blown away all clouds, it leaves us with brilliant sunshine.
It's a time for an excursion. Or two excursions. It is also a time for eating that last good meal. A time for packing. And for getting ready to leave early in the morning.
It is not a time for writing long Ocean posts. I'll put up one photo, this one, a picture of contemplation and serenity (taken during my visit to the Cloisters of Saint Genis des Fonatines):
I'll return to the Sorede story tomorrow, as I speed on a train north, to Paris.
It's a time for an excursion. Or two excursions. It is also a time for eating that last good meal. A time for packing. And for getting ready to leave early in the morning.
It is not a time for writing long Ocean posts. I'll put up one photo, this one, a picture of contemplation and serenity (taken during my visit to the Cloisters of Saint Genis des Fonatines):
I'll return to the Sorede story tomorrow, as I speed on a train north, to Paris.
