Last day (good night Saturday)

And so our final day finally comes to an end back in the city. We return a little early to catch the end of the shops. And a part of me regrets this. We enter crowds you'd expect on Oxford Street the day before Christmas. Queues of people are filling up on discounted booze (or whatever else is duty free) and we join them. Or at least I do. But it's not pleasant. How can we be in a small oasis in the middle of the Pyrenees and yet still find ourselves thrust into the middle of some of the worst commercialisms. The hardest part here is the smoking. They love it. And the advertising is everywhere. Every other shop has floor to ceiling with huge boxes of discounted cigarettes. It's like cancer never happened. I suppose this is what the world looks like without the EU. Bring on Brexit. We spend far too much time here and I almost pass out with the heat and crowds (but a quick drink in a tapas bar saves me). We finally head back to the hotel where I reorganise all our packing to handle huge bottles of alcohol. Thankfully no tobacco.