A POEM A DAY - SPICE NETS




These fishing nets were piled by the boats in the port at Xabia and reminded me of the colours of piles of spices and fabrics in Oriental markets.  We ate sardines that had been freshly landed and walked in the mid day sun as it shone on the waves breaking in the bay. 







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