Spanish life is not always likeable but it is compellingly loveable.
Christopher Howse: A Pilgrim in Spain
Spain- A bit more on Benidorm . . . The highest of its many skyscrapers is Intempo. Standing 198m tall, it looks like a massive letter M with gold façades and, since it was built in 2006, has never been occupied - a reminder of the Spanish property debacle. But now it has new owners and there are plans to offer flats in it costing up to €1m. Surely, if you can afford that, you would want to live somewhere a little more appealing, But I guess it's true what they say; there's no accounting for taste.
- Which reminds me . . . It's sad to see people sinking - or floating - to this level.
- Galicia boasts a fair number of public wash-places - lavaderos - where one can still see village women washing clothes. Sadly, one such woman was found drowned in a local tank last week. No foul play is suspected. Possibly because her name isn't Epstein
- Elton John says he's paid to 'carbon offset' the trip of Duke and Duchess of Sussex via a private jet to his French home. How does this work, then? Thousands of trees planted somewhere? A huge vacuum cleaner built at his expense to suck carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere?
- Still all on holiday. Nothing happening anywhere.
Russia
The Way of the World
- Why even contemplate doing this? . . . What it's like to see the Mona Lisa in its new 'holding pen' at the Louvre. . . After 22 seconds I was told to move on.
- A new reason to worry about the way things are going - Amazon is testing a new tool which 'detects human fear'.
- Imagine these people happily accepting Ffart as their new leader . . . But, as the author says, it'd be fascinating to watch .
- Fox News tell us that 36% of Americans approve of Ffart's handling of the aftermath of the El Paso and Dayton shootings. Some folks must be very easy to please.
- Words of the Day:-
- Trapo
- Imán: Magnet. I wondered whether this word was Arabic in origin but, no, it comes from the French un aimant. I had thought this meant 'a lover' but this, of course, is un amante. Same root, I guess - attraction.
Finally . . .
- It's very, very odd. I'm used to a fair amount of birdsong - especially blackbirds - in my back garden, and some strange bird sounds from the trees in front of my house. But last evening I realised there was absolute silence, both front and back. Not a sound of a bird anywhere. Even stranger, not a single bird in sight. Not even one of the seagulls which normally appear within minutes of me chucking bread on the lawn. Nor the ever-present collared doves or wild pigeons. And especially not the greenfinches and the sparrows which spar for the seeds in the feeder. The food I put out 3 days ago, I now realise, hasn't been touched. It's as if a plague of hawks descended and devoured them all. Or some bastard with a shotgun blasted them all out of the sky. But, hang on, there was a raucous magpie(urraca) in the garden this morning. But surely that can't be responsible for this avian dearth. Maybe - it being August and this being Spain - they've all packed up and gone on vacation. Or at least to the beach.
- Even odder . . . Later in the evening, there were no birds in sight on the terrace where I take my evening tiffin. And then a thought struck me . . . We've had fireworks at midnight 3 times in the last 8 days. Maybe every bird within a few kilometres has been frightened off. At least for a while. Not a question of bird brains, then.
- But the bloody dogs are still barking.
- And the rats are still stealing the bread.
Postscript: There were 3 thrushes - or maybe female blackbirds - in my garden this morning, making a liar of me. Fleetingly.
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