Dancing in the street

Best laid plans and all that..

Little Agu is stuck in Madrid. Their plane is 'broken', so I'm slightly relieved to hear they won't be leaving until tomorrow morning and can get a bed for the night. Hopefully it will be a different plane and not the same one tinkered with overnight.

So my plans to pick him up at the airport after tinkering around the odd shop and finally getting round to eating something were almost in vain. Except I ventured into Macro and did a macro shop to feed the hoardes and emerged into the most spectacular sunset.

They were dancing in the plaza this morning which was joyful to watch over a coffee.