Seeing bubbles floating in the air reminds me of being a child.
I used to think that if a big bubble landed on me, it would float away with me, and how great it would be to land somewhere foreign and new.
I’ll make do with aeroplanes for now, for that it is was brought me there to Tarragona (well a plane, and then a train from Barcelona).
This picture was taken on the Balco del Mediterrani, after I had stood watching for a long moment.
The bubbles gave me that same childhood feeling and later as I sat in a plaza drinking vermut in the sun, I pondered, where shall I travel to next?