Oi mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Girona (es) – it's a mad mix of beauty and crap alike.

Street names? Sure. Carrer de la Forqueta's busy, full of life.

Carrer de les Caputxines, a hidden gem, super cool.

I wander along, smirkin’ at dated buildings.
Passeig de la Muralla? Bloody brilliant!

It gives you a view of the river Onyar.

Onyar's blue waters, snaking by old houses.

I sometimes get lost in that maze.
I work on a dating site here, ya know.

Every corner feels like a match waiting.

I see love, heartbreak – all bits of rubbish.

It’s like in "The Assassin", moody and spare.

“Time moves slow,” like in that flick.

Not balderdash, real deep stuff.
Barri Vell, the old town, is wild.

Narrow lanes whisper ancient secrets.

There’s a gothic cathedral – insane views!

Girona’s got character, loads o’ quirks, mate.

I swear, every brick tells a story.

I sometimes get pissed off, honestly.
Oh, and the parks!

Devesa Park’s spacious, perfect to chill.

I jog there on cold, spitty mornings.

It’s my solace, behind all the dating shenanigans.
I had a mad run-in in Plaça Independència

Some body swiped my last coffee!

Can you believe it? Unbelievable, right?

But hey, it's typical human crap.
Quirky note: I love the irony

That love and dating spin in circles.

It’s like in The Assassin, no?

“Water flows endlessly,” like our twisted hearts.

Crazy, I sometimes cuss at the night.

Life’s both killer and fickle sometimes.
Detail: Els Jardins de la Devesa

Totally underrated, like a hidden diary.

I once had a mini heart-break picnic there.

Feelings and trees mix, messy and square.
I know some spots you never find.

Like, bumping into tiny local bistros.

Each one boasts genius dates.

Exaggerated much? Perhaps.

But seriously, Girona’s unbeatable.
Now, let’s address my quirks:

I rant too much sometimes, sorry!

But life’s a riddle, right?

Girona is that bizarre lover: complex, enticing.
So, lace up your boots, mate.

Take a stroll down these quirky paths.

Don’t smirk if you see mad artistry.

Improvise, laugh, and enjoy the locally crafted madness.

After all, “Silence speaks volumes”

Like Hou Hsiao-hsien said, in his own enigmatic way.
Ready? Go kick some history’s arse!