OK, so this wasn't Glasgow; it was Rabat in Morocco, and the decadent sea-side district called Ocean. I just happened to look up at the exact moment as this little guy was looking down, and I had the camera in my hand. The seagull was pure serendipity. In a way, glasgow is not confined to Glasgow - Glasgow, like perhaps New York, Naples and Paris is a state of mind more than anything. Not all cities can do that to you, but there are a few out there that can transcend their own geography so to speak. In effect then, wherever 'I' go, Glasgow goes too. Emphatically, slowly...
Cats, well cats are particularly languid creatures, slow, patient, zen-like... very independent spirits, not needy and law-abiding like dogs. They are light of heart as well as of foot, and it is perhaps because of this that the writer Jules Verne, who had a certain affinity with Glasgow's outer edges (most notably Lochs Lomond and Katrine which he visited in 1859), wrote:
'I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through'.
[Le Chat Noir (and Seagull), Ocean, Rabat, 17.11.2005]
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