Stevie Ray Vaughan

A tall, rangy Gabriel came out of Gate 4 at Toulouse and was barely over the threshold  before Mu had dressed him up in her white sun dress  which he replaced with a felt hat, my boots and a lumberjack shirt.before picking up the guitar.
The isolation chamber burst open and the nights got later.  Half of Barcelona spent evenings in the Moulin, strumming flamenco, drinking Carthagène and playing Monopoly and half of Ayreshire wound up and drank our wine boxes dry while turning red on the terrace.