A change of scene

We were up early, crammed a ridiculous amount of stuff into the car, including poor Mystère, and were off to our new home for the next three months.

We're staying in a house on the outskirts of Begur, about a 10-minute walk from town. Mystère spent the day creeping spookily round the house scrabbling at doors and wondering when we were going to let him resume normal life; he's already spent most of the last two days shut in because of his eye injury. We tried to get organised, in a very disorganised way, requiring three separate trips into town.

So far I am charmed by Begur. It's a bit like a miniature version of Nerja, but with classier shops and no beach. We had a sandwich and a beer in one of the bars on the square at lunchtime -- what a great place for people-watching! At 1:30 the place was buzzing, but the minute 2 o'clock struck -- bam! Everyone headed home for lunch.

This evening found us in town again to go to the fishmonger, which had been closed when we did our supermarket shop earlier. After buying our red mullet (called rogers in Catalan) we spotted a waiter at the tapas bar lighting the patio heaters, so we quickly sat down next to one for a beer and a few tapas. The square was buzzing; I'm definitely going to head up there one day with a long lens to snap the variety of strolling people, from chic Parisiennes to Germans in shorts, hikers in anoraks, and hippies in beads and sequins. Strolling, chatting, drinking; it was such a Spanish scene -- albeit with little Spanish actually being spoken :)

I took this photo because I liked the bright colours inside the bar. But when I looked at it on the computer, I decided I actually preferred it in black and white -- which is rare for me.