This is a sister to at least another
Readers may recall the new coffee-and-chocolate place near the town hall I snapped a few weeks ago. Clearly there are plenty of folk here still rich enough to patronise these places. And, if things continue as they are, a visitor from Mars in, say, twenty years time will find little but pastry shops and tapas bars in Pontevedra city. So, they may mistake it for
. A city which inspired this eulogy from the wonderful A A Gill:- Cafes have spread to every corner of the world: from the high Vienna Himalayas to the oases of the Sahara you can sit in a cafe. They are 's gift to all of us. Properly egalitarian, they belong to everyone - you can read a paper, talk bollocks, write a book about alienation or discover an Oedipus complex. Cafes aren't just the transcendent examples of civilisation, they are the crucibles of culture: more great thoughts have been had in cafes than in all the world's universities, and Vienna has the finest and the best. Vienna
Reader Mike the Traditionalist has asked for more fotos of the other chicas in my regular bar-café. So, here they are. It's my hat, of course:-
And here’s another sneaked foto of Maria, who’s still refusing to cooperate with the camera.
Finally – and more seriously – here’s an article on
Incidentally, a recent Guardian article claimed that the Irish situation was proving quite useful to
, in its challenge of taking over from Germany the task of forging the EU in its own image and likeness. Which I suspect is true. France