“I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”

Just as there were no Coronavirus measures for my journey from Barcelona Sants to Zaragoza Delicias, there were none on the return journey either.

“Because his symptoms are Coronavirus-like and because he’s been to Singapore recently, the GP won’t see us……………”

Today I finally go to see Belchite, the reason for my visit to Zaragoza.

The apartment is in the old part of the city and is literally at the back of what, to me, is one of the most striking, and slightly perplexing, churches in Zaragoza.

The hot topic over the last few weeks has been (no surprise……drum role……whatever) the Coronavirus.

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Every time that I’ve been to Lomography, I’ve been drawn to the amazing array of second-hand cameras that they have for sale.

Leap Year Day in Barcelona. Who would have thunk it!!

Went back to Lomography because I wanted to take some photos of the place. It really is that cool.

Manchado Barbers Shop (established in 1994) is on the corner of Carrer de la Diputacio and Carrer de Girona.

Park Guell was well worth the effort. I could see why Gaudi and Guell had decided to build their monument ………

I’m still hunting for that defining piece of information which will help me to determine how much of this issue is down to reasoned socio-political arguments

“Can Rubiates” is yet another one of those places that, if you didn’t know about it from friends etc., you would never go there.

It’s carnival weekend here in Spain and the original plan was to visit Cadaques, a significant town in the life of Salvador Dali

“Ja no valem molles, volem el pa sencer.”

“We are no longer worth only the crumbs, we want the whole loaf of bread.”

Today, Florian has set a meeting with one of his employees, Pol Vidal. Florian also emailed me, via Marga, a list of planned demonstrations (aka la manifestacion).

It seems that Florian and Marga have dedicated their weekends to keeping me entertained.

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Florian and Marga are having Sunday lunch with her parents. Isa is going too because she is considered to be part of the family. Marga has, very kindly, invited me to join them.

Woke up pretty early, can’t wait to explore and re-discover Barcelona.

It’s a pretty long journey from Toulouse Matabiau to Barcelona Sants, four hours in total. Made even longer by a stop-over at Narbonne.

I can’t thank Jeremy and Mathilde enough for being so kind and helpful and generally welcoming.

Today, I felt a bit claustrophobic so, in the late afternoon, I went into town. I had nothing specific in mind, I even left my camera behind, I just needed to get out and see people.

I continued with my exploration of Toulouse………….and stumbled into yet another demo. Which seemed intent on following me wherever I went.

About half way through the three hour plus journey, four cops (or was it five, I can’t be sure because, even though I only saw them in groups of four, I’m sure that it wasn’t the same four guys) boarded……..

It’s my last day with Denis and the girls and I must say, I’m going to miss them and this place. I’ve tried my best to get them to socialise a bit and I think that it may have worked.

My time in Neuilly-sur-Marne is nearly over and I still want to get a photo of the café that I went to on my first day here. There’s something decidedly aggressive about that place,

We are all human. We all deserve respect and civility. Be polite. Be friendly. Be genuine. Be human. That’s all that is required of any of us. Just be a real human being, just like everybody else is a real human being.

There’s been one major development/breakthrough in my mission to get the other residents of this house to be more sociable.

I’ve been here for almost a week and, in many ways, I’m more than a little disappointed. The area is……………what is it?

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**ON THE CONCEPT OF TRAVELLING LIGHT AND MY ABBYSMAL FAILURE AT IMPLEMENTING SAID CONCEPT**

I’m leaving Calais tomorrow and I still haven’t done my laundry. Not sure if Geoff will call today but, either way, I need to get this done.

Spent New Year’s Day in my crappy little hotel room. Apart from a quick trip to Artisan Boulanger. On the way back, I bumped into Verniece outside Ibis Style hotel.

New Year’s Eve and everything is closed by 05:00pm. Rue Royale is like a ghost town. Even the Family Pub closed at about 02:00pm. I go out searching for something to eat. Of course, Artisan Boulanger doesn’t let me down.

Ever since I arrived in Calais, I’ve seen the same old woman, up and down Rue Royale, begging and generally scavenging. The other day, I saw her with a wooden tray of fruit and veg that a local shop was probably going to throw away.

I was in the Family Pub a couple of days ago and saw a young couple having a dish that looked very interesting and yummy. So, I asked the waitress what it was. Not Andrea, there are three waitresses at the Family Pub. All really nice.

Sitting outside the Family Pub having my morning coffee and cigarette when I see Nick rushing past, heading towards Calais town centre. Thought about calling out to him but, no sooner had the thought registered…

Back in the early 1980’s, I used to come to France fairly regularly. At least once every two or three months. There were three things that I noticed from my first trip and that have stayed with me ever since.

Yesterday had been a steel grey day but the weather forecast had told me that it wasn’t going to rain so, I had gone out with my camera to capture some moody shots of Calais.

It’s afternoon and, as usual, I’m sitting outside at the Family Pub. I’m having a coffee and a fag and reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman (awesome book – way better that I expected).

Andrea works at the Family Pub. She’s in her early 20’s, quite pretty, friendly and – most importantly – speaks English……ish.

I’ve discovered something rather strange in the last few months. The idea first came to me when I was in Cyprus. At the time, I thought that it was because I was IN Cyprus.

Ten years ago, I came up with a somewhat dubious plan. I had just lost my beloved mother so, perhaps, formulating any strategies about my long-term future wasn’t the best thing for me to be doing at the time.