Going north

My steps take me to the north of Spain, Gijón, Asturias, where the grass is still green despite the heat, where streams deserve their name because I see water in them, and moss, and ferns (pictures of those will follow in later posts).

I discover narrow streets and a cry of rage that could have been mine.

In the city of Gijón (Asturias, Spain)

Narrow street in the historic centre of Gijón

Entry of the museum Museo Ciudadela de Celestino Solar in Gijón (highly recommended!)

"Mental health matters" (will governments understand this one day?)