Tucking in
Did not sleep well. However after a breakfast of yoghurt and fresh peaches. Lorraine and I rallied strongly, and went for a walk to the other side of the harbour, and explored more of the town. In the afternoon after I’d had a bit of a sleep, and felt far perkier. We went to the art gallery, where there was a contemporary exhibition, Voramar, by a French artist called Des Bouges who used to holiday in Collioure when he was a lad. The Collioure work not particularly interesting to me, but some of his other stuff was far weirder and more disturbing, using taxidermy, the dead bodies of crows, shed antlers and so on. At its best it had a feeling of being like a magic rite. From there, Lorraine and I went to another beach, small and pebbly a bit more like the Greek ones. As before, we attempted to surge in with insouciance. The water quite cold, and Lorraine said she never quite warmed up. Interesting to encounter other people snorkelling, one with a fishing net un...