Glasgow to Sitges. Hot sun, fried chicken on a spit, a culture unknown to us, sunburn and suntan, beautiful warm sea, flamenco dancers, nightlife, happy smiling people,
sombreros, bullfights another world for Glasgow children, friendly exotic people it was stepping in to another dimension of vivid colours of
an impressionists painting, forever in my memory.
Michael Cochrane ©
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