As yesterday was +/- a travelling day I’ll count on from here. Plus I’m too tired to think of an original and witty title.
Taken into the town to shop by kind neighbour Stella so I can eat things except eggs, and we did the Grand Almunecar Tour while we were there.
It feels like about 30 degrees in full sun, so if this were Bournemouth the beach would be packed.
The surreal Syrian sculpture park, with a demonstration of why Arabic script and stonemasonry don’t mix.
No-one made them do this. And why can’t you buy tiles like these in the UK? I’d have some, but they would not fit into the Easyjet baggage allowance.
Gratuitous joy on a grocer’s van.