Céret

This was a day of two halves separated by another over river something thingy. This was subtly different! It was under three bridges, thorns in my hands like stigmata(acacia) and into such an enlightening town: Céret. Clambering over polished stones, boulders and rocks, some slowly gathering moss(it's been dry this winter and spring) I fell headfirst into a group of trees which had thorns ready to spear me like on a crucifix or like a crown around my head? Boy that was strange!