We walked from 10 until nearly 6, from the Bari Gotico and the Cathedral, where we are staying, north to the Parc Guell, searching for cordones for my boots, and looking at lots of wonderful buildings, taking no photographs, and finished with a walk around the outside of the Sagrada familia, of which there is more, and more wonderful, and stranger, than 5 years ago with Joe, yet still looks no closer to being "finished". Home to a shower, and a sleep, and pasta, and The Big Lebowsky. And then La B spurned my advances, went straight to sleep, and left me listening to the Cathedral bells striking the hours through the night. I felt very lonely. And not a bit detached.
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