It's monday morning - we see little kids going to school with little backpacks, holding a parent's hand. We see businessmen, looking serious.
You can't tell that everyone was up past midnight in the cafés. No doubt they will do it again tonight.
We checked out of the hotel and strolled the three blocks to the plaza café where we've repeatedly enjoyed their wifi.
At some point this afternoon we take the train to the small town where we are met by the owner of our first hotel on the bike tour, which begins tomorrow.
We have fantasized about moving to Girona. Enough said.