I’ve never visited Spain. But Perpignan triggers my mind’s idea of Spain. Its air and its feel. If we wanted we could head for Barcelona — it says so right there on the sign, at the edge of this world, by the bridge.
But we’re only here for one night. We’ve spent almost two hours driving in circles, trying to find our hotel amidst construction zones, dead end streets and a million pedestrians. Now we’re just tired and hungry.
We walk this city on autopilot, but my eyes still see.
And they long for me to return.
Next: Cap d’Agde