Heron Island, Great Barrier Reef, Australia

Tuesday 11 August 2015

The area where I'm staying, though bordering on a classic wide continental avenue, consists of narrow streets of five or six storeys straggling up towards Montjuic. This means that one side or the other is in full shade for most of the day, but just to make sure, not only do residents leave a screen hanging over the balcony, but the street trees are pruned and pollarded into skinny trunks straining for the sky and leaning away from the buildings, with only the tops left to grow into a natural shady arch.

It's not as though this is the first time I've been in Barcelona, or in this sort of street, but it's one of those things that come as new every time. I shouldn't be surprised at Mediterranean night culture, either, especially in the 30+° heat and humidity; but it is a bit of a shock to see toddlers running around at nearly midnight, and to hear occasional bursts of noisy conversation from balconies and out in the street, far into the night. Last night I was awoken by some sort of machinery running outside. On it droned, like a car permanently stalling and with the repeated hissing of vacuum brakes: it was just the refuse lorry moving slowly up the street as the crew emptied the recycling bins.

At 3.45 a.m.

On the other hand, there is always something to see when so much life is lived on full view, as it were. Huddled under a café parasol during a very brief shower, I was entertained by the sight of a woman struggling to keep plastic booties on her tiny dog, who was clearly humouring her by even tolerating the things, but couldn't see the point of all the fuss when one or another came off (as they all did in the first few steps).

And down on the port, among the pompous public buildings, there are exotic flowers and giant bubbles to see:






6 comments:

  1. Beautiful photos (I clicked through to the flickr page)! Looking forward to more.

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  2. How does the giant bubble work???
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  3. wcs, thank you for your kind comments. I very much enjoy looking at your and Ken's photos of your idyllic rural life.

    Ms Scarlet, I'm guessing it' some sort of super-strength washing-up-liquid-plus-oil combo, but how those two could form an emulsion, I don't know. The bubble-blowers, or whatever the word is, have a bucket full of the stuff and a framework of strings between two sticks to pick it up. Somehow it all holds together long enough to pick up air and form bubbles as the sticks and strings are swirled about.

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  4. I grew up on a street with mighty elm trees which also formed a sort of Gothic ceiling over the street. Or so it seems. Your photo reminds me of that.

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  5. I saw some bubble-makers yesterday here. They used a washing-liquit concentrate and starch. They had ropes between sticks, soaked this in their brew, and then took it out & turned around themselves quickly, so that a kind of sausage-shaped bubble was formed by the air going through the ropes.
    I bet MsScarlet will try this at home !

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  6. ....yes... it makes the washing up more interesting...
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