A rebel without a clue.

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! 

Good morning Le Boulou, slightly hazy this Tuesday. A bit too many vin blanc after that tremendous day - it was meant to be me meandering passed Banyuls? But not so bad. At the boulangerie Maison Dubois at 6:30 to think about the route into Spain(a la Catalonia), but like yesterday I want it up to me at that pass ... And just like that I decided I am not following the thousands pouring north and south through that low pass but am continuing up Le Tech! Ceret next along the cycle way.