Yesterday evening’s Jove performance in Cap de la Vila was a bit of a ‘mare. We got everything up and down (eventually) but it was a big struggle and not particularly pretty to watch I’m sure.
This lunchtime in Vilafranca however we were a different colla. Relaxed, elegant and we threw up the three castells and brought them down with panache.
Following the performance was my boy’s birthday party so I eventually went out to run about 8 as the storm approached – it blew me along to the patos and blew in my face all the way back.
(Visigoths under Euric conquer Arles and Marseille after being defeated in Italy; Gundobad becomes king of the Burgundians)