At Murcia’s gridlock garden, a van holds court,
a scruffy king of last resort.
Its doors don’t shut, its paintwork peels,
but oh, the charm! It spins its wheels.
Between the shiny cars in line,
it slouches, smug — "This spot is mine!"
No showroom gloss, no modern tech,
just quirks, some rust, and lots of specks.
At dawn it shakes, it groans, it grins,
"Time to roll — adventure wins!"
With a puff of smoke and a wobbly roar,
the rascal is gone — to the LIDL next door.Discovering Europe's narratives through the lens of history, places and people
