[Sybarite]

Change of plans – if I go to Barcelona, I'll run around like the proverbial fly with the blue bum. It's my version of taking the Protestant work ethic on holiday – thinking that it's somehow bad and wasteful to not see and do as much as possible in the given time. And then come home in need of a holiday.

I now have nine nights booked in Collioure in late August. To stop. I am compiling the reading list already and dreaming of sun, sea, sand and words. Oh ... and the very good local food. Seafood par excellence.