Coets (“rockets”) refer to the fireworks sold (and presumably concocted) by Drac Màgic, a small business that we pass on this walk. If you inspect the larger version of the photo carefully, you’ll see the Virgin of Montserrat on the ceramic top right. In an initial wave of naive enthusiasm, I thought that the propietors might have been playing with the similarity of coets to coeterns, “eternally co-existent”, referring thus to the long-standing relationship between Our Lady of Gherkins and the Antichrist of rural pyrotechnics (like a leopard, with the mouth of a lion and the feet of a bear (Rev 13:2)). Unfortunately, Catalunya isn’t Malta, which you may choose to believe is home of the Our Lady of the Girdle Fireworks Factory.
- Parasitical beatles and snails get their just desserts
Most people think that the kermes oak, Quercus coccifera, is actually holly because it’s a prickly evergreen tree that round here
- People we meet
The other day, on this walk, an elderly Englishman from G. Speaking with an Andalusian accent, he claimed to be one
The good, the bad, and the quite ridiculously ugly.
- Reflets sur l’eau
When we went down to the beach last Saturday to see how much of it had survived last week’s storms, a
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