I can tell summer is over. Not because all the stores are finally opening their doors again. Not because offices in general, the government in particular, are working mornings and afternoons alike. Not because billboards remind us to get ready for the back to school...
None of the above are unequivocal signs of warm days and fun in the sand's end, not as much as feeling that strayed chilly gust all over your skin... or the sun's caress growing fainter and scarcely, like a tired lover after a long afternoon of lovemaking... I can tell summer has ended. The afternoon delight is over.
The light is not so poignant anymore... more subtle and oblique with the season's characteristic yellow in all its hues and tones! The days are getting shorter by the minute, and the skies have lost its impeccable turquoise blue.
My last weekend on the beach was a powerful reminder of those days gone... and with imagery full of a mysterious and ephemeral beauty, the season said its goodbyes to my lens.
In Blanes, as it is true for many other little coastal towns of Costa Brava, fisherman and tourists coexist harmoniously along the 'calas'
There was a couple of teenagers jumping off that cliff. I managed to take a picture of one of them as he did his daring leap into the water.
Anna and her helper. They make essential oils good for all kinds of ailments. I broke a toe right there on the street and bought some 'arnica' from them. It helped my toe not to get as black as it would have without it.
Carmen one of the many artisans displaying its goods along the 'malecon'. She is from Argentina and has been living here for a 5 years now.
She does her own designs in silver and semi-precious stones. I bought one of her rings. A very chunky design with modernist swirls.www.plataypiedras.com
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