A Postcard of a Painting

Shiny, shiny, shiny new home wifi connection. No more trooping to the internet cafe. As I left the internet cafe for the last time the African lady who owns it gave me a handful of jelly babies. Without words she knew it was our last meeting, the last time our eyes would meet over the chewing gum stand.

These are the small and winding streets of the old town. Easily my favourite part of the city. This is during siesta hours which is why its deserted. There 's lots of bars and cafes and wandering the streets especially in the evening is always worth it. In the evening unlike the Britain the streets are actually at their busiest as Spaniards like to do everything later, something which with my body clock think is the best idea since this: www.weirdthings.org.uk/hands-free-urinal-this-is-wrong-in-so-many-ways/

This is from the Japanese garden. No I don't know why they have one either, but they do, and its a better place for it.

This dark looking street is a perfectly normal shopping street except for the two weeks of the year when they let bulls tear arse up it stampeding and gorging as they go. Its strange walking down thinking that somewhere along here people have died. If you are so inclined you can youtube it, it's really not a nice way to go.

This is the view from the walls. It's hard to make out where the city ends and the hills/ridge/whatever begin. What you can see is that Pamplona is small, roughly Norwich size but with less kebab shops and more outrageous hand gestures.

So theres just a few pictures to show you a little glimpse of the place. I hope I've managed to do it a little bit of justice. Hope everything is good with you

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