Captain Noodle, carpenter extraordinaire, writes from back home in Barcelona:
the other day i was sitting next to a fountain in montjuic and a very large young man climbed out and sat dripping next to me on the park bench. he explained that he was homeless and had been sleeping in the pond all day to escape the heat, with all his clothes and shoes on. so yes, it’s officially hot in bcn.
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