Andorra la Vella; small world, smiling faces. Hot sun, cold breeze. Empty streets. The sweet old woman who owned the restaurant and shared her story. Climbing up, above it all. Dogs and cats. Farm houses, fresh air. A little lost. Found in the evening crowds. A lawless mall. The drum beats. Dusk, eating ice cream. The moon, a sliver; the sky, royal blue; the mountains, a silhouette.
The Pyrenees box us in; it’s not clear how or where we came into this pocket of a place. There is no break, that we can see, in the peaks.