Groups of young boys - not that young, could be in their early twenties - threw water at each other. Maybe they were still on their way home from a Saturday night out. A lone cyclist made his way along a half empty Principe.
The window shoppers were out, husbands impatiently looking at their watches while their wives checked prices in Massimo Dutti. Window shopping was all most could do but in the square by the cathedral a few shops were open and people were buying. Those shopkeepers must have learnt that tourists and day trippers want to spend, even on Sunday!
Outside A Laxe shopping centre a large group of elderly people, in their Sunday best, sat and chatted: an excursion for la tercera edad perhaps.
Down near the harbour on Rua das Avenidas, a more than halfway decent band was playing; perhaps I should tell them about the Saddleworth Band Contest. Programa de Bandas del Concello de Vigo the notice said. All very civilised: rows of chairs were set out for passers-by to stop and listen and there was an appreciative audience. One rather over-excited gentleman disturbed everyone by excusing himself loudly as he found a seat.At the end of Urzaiz, near the junction with Colon, our regular beggar Nadie Da was having a loud discussion with his mates, begging over for the morning. Outside the fancy bread and cakes shop on Hernan Cortes, however, an older, maybe more dignified, beggar still sat with his notice: Sin dinero. Sin recursos.
The promised storm did not come, although it did rain a little later. Today, Monday, is wetter so maybe this is when the storm will arrive.
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