In and around Barcelona:,
The voice of a cuckoo calling early in the morning. Seagulls, swifts, wagtails, wild parrots squawking in the trees. Cats and dogs. Poplars, just coming into leaf, cherry trees in bloom, crepe myrtle. Twisted pine trees, wild cacti and palms.
Smoked hams hanging in the carnisserias. Frutas y flores on the street corners. Fresh bread and pastries, good coffee, tapas. Free bottles of agua mineral with every meal.
A crowd of African men carrying their belongings in blankets down the tunnels in the metro.
In Paris:
Pale sandstone houses, wrought iron balconies, shutters, chimneys. A hodgepodge of bikes, motorbikes and small cars parked at random. Wicker chairs and small round café tables edged with chrome. Little dogs.
Graffiti. The pervasive smell of tobacco and coffee.
Rumble of the metro and the clunk of the train doors. Accordion and saxophone players, the African voices of street sellers.
Tartines with jam for breakfast.
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