Hills Like White Elephants

The girl looked across at the hills.

'They're lovely hills,' she said. 'They don't really look like white elephants. I just meant the colouring of their skin through the trees.'

'Should we have another drink?'

'All right.'

The warm wind blew the bead curtain against the table.

'The beer's nice and cool,' the man said.

'It's lovely,' the girl said.

Ernest + Spain (Dree + Cos) = Bliss

Barcelona

I always think about getting away from London at this time of year. Today I've been dreaming of Barcelona. The colours red and purple, the fairytale towers of La Sagrada Familia, the cooing caged pigeons lining the Ramblas, the embodiment of la movida make Barcelona a magical city. My favourite view is from the Olympic swimming pools at Montjuic (location of the Slow video, pictured), where you can dive off the mountain and down into the city.