And who knows, there might be a charming little bar or pavement café, just around the corner, out of the artist's line of sight.
Just think, if I'd missed that particular edition, I might never have known that my perfect spot was a real place. Twenty minutes on the internet later, I was determined to go there, ASAP. I just needed a pretext. My lovely daughter dutifully obliged. She's one of those overworked hospital junior doctors, who often gets given her leave entitlement at short notice. Would we like to meet up with her somewhere mutually convenient, courtesy of low-cost airlines if poss ? She suggested the Baltic. It being March, I said not bloody likely. After Christmas, I rarely go north of Antibes, until I've seen and heard the first swallows . So I suggested she could get a cheap flight to Gerona from her local airport, and we would drive round the coast from Antibes to meet her, and then whisk her off to a mystery (and hopefully warmer) destination than Riga or Tallin that we were sure she would find relaxing, if nothing else.
Thanks to a technical glitch with the graphics, the Cadaquès I had placed next has vanished off the screen, and .......
Brief interruption in service there. Everything starts to slow down as one approaches one's ration of server time, as it is happening now. And some letters enter, others don't. All very tedious. I will have to break off, and see to deleting one or more earlier pix to free up space. I think it will have to be the Pico volcano. Shame about that. Anyway, please bear with we. We babyboomers (a term I despise) know all about rationing. I can see that tyrannical little book right now.
Yeah, the world and I await your return with bated breath.
Well, despie delein a picue, you can see whas happenin. his sysem is no wha I would call usa friendly.
Sop whingin . Youe edious when you whinge. Come ack lae. Whes my own colour. cap.
Well, here I am again an hour later, and the system is slowly and grudgingly accepting text again, but still not the picture I took in Cadaquès from the same vantage point as the painter.
Incidentally, there seems to be a contradiction between my map of Spain and some internet sites about the direction of the accent on that final "e".
Would this be the special interest feature for anal-retentives then ?
Tell me, hippo. That is your real name is it ? There wouldn't by any chance be a hotel-owner in your family by the name of Basil Fawlty ?
The one below was taken from a splendid balcony on the Cathedral. Yes, it's not just a church.
It's a cathedral, and a very handsome one at that. In such a small place ? Yes, seems odd a first, but Cadaquès is very isolated, requiring a long switchback ride through the well-wooded Cabo de Creus national park - very wild and unspoilt. By the time you get there, and unwound with a sangria or beer, one is more than happy to accept that one is looking at a cathedral.
We and our daughter had a most relaxing few days in Cadaquès and the surrounding region. It was great to see the speed with which she unwound. One of the all-abiding memories was watching the hotel night-porter ask if she'd care to kill time with a few rounds of snooker, and then watching her crush him, game after game. The expression on his face said it all: such a humiliation to be beaten by what he thought was a young slip of a girl. You see, our daughter, although in her mid-20s, looks at least 5 years younger, but is a mean hand with a snooker cue, as I discovered earlier in our warming-up session before the porter arrived..
Picture now deleted to free up space
Cadaquès, seen from the cathedral
That photogenic arch, seen from the cathedral side, turns out to support what looks like nothing more than someone's patio cum roof terrace. A kind of cross between the two. Try getting planning permission for that in England !
So, mission finally accomplished, with rested daughter into the bargain. Dream of 5 years realised. Right then, what's next ? Hey. Let's be hearing about your ambitions, your dreams, dear reader. Feel free to avail yourself of that Comment facility.