Sometimes, after getting out of the shower, I'll open the window a crack and will hear singing outside. It's something that, due to lack of precise musical knowledge, I can only classify as Middle Eastern--almost like Qur'anic recitation. It is both eerie and beautiful in the quiet Barcelona neighborhood of Gràcia.
Today I miss home.
Photo: waiting for the pink line at the 18th stop. The Sears Tower is peaking out over the church.
1 comment:
I want to see the view outside your window.
You have precise musical knowledge. And you know it.
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