A domestic day. I did the washing; Jemima played; Kevin got his hair cut. We had the €10 lunch - then just as I was putting Jemima down for her nap, we heard some rather beautiful, but very loud, music. After giving up on the nap (it was pretty late anyway), we went outside to investigate. And it turned out to be our neighbours playing German folk music on an accordion and harmonica (with an amplifier, hence the volume). Jemima was fascinated, so we pulled up our chairs. The audience swelled; the accordions doubled; and Jemima danced and clapped. When we eventually left for a sunset bike ride, she was sent on her way by a phalanx of waves and calls of "auf weidersehn!"
We rode into the main town, past the empty tower blocks, a surprisingly pretty route on a boardwalk along the beach. Kevin and I agreed it was one of the weirdest places we've been - vibrant ceramic-tiled benches and well-tended flower displays on deserted streets; lots of Christmas-like street lights, only half of them lit; fake grottoes with fake classical statues under archways; and strangest of all, a shopping centre entirely clad in world monuments - the Kremlin, the Taj Mahal, and Big Ben and Tower Bridge among them. Back at home, the party was still continuing next door - although given Jemima's bedtime, thankfully now minus the music.
Playing:
Dancing:
The town:
If you look closely, you can see the Taj Mahal on the left...:
Still in Torre de la Sal:
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