Blipper Blipping . . .

. . . if you look closely.    It's cold here, back in Barcelona, after six weeks in Rio de Janeiro.   The cracked lining of our nostrils tells us so.  And the dark, too . . . hardly any light before 8 am.  As well as the tomb-quietness of the tiny passageway where we live, after the gentle percussion of the city coming to life that we enjoy in our Rio studio, just off a major thoroughfare.  

No wonder that all of these things, plus our body clocks being four hours behind, made us raise an eyebrow when we woke up at 12.45 pm!  A couple of coffees in bed catching up on some much neglected blip journals, took us to nearly 4 pm.   And then the wind came up and ripped a lot of our screening off the top terrace before we eventually managed out to our favourite Indian, Rasoi, where this was taken from behind the clever curtain that screens off the loos!