While completely fascinated by it, I still don’t care for the Tramuntana which means I will probably never be able to be a resident of Figueres, shucks. Nothing new there, but what was new was experiencing la Tramontane while up shopping at Auchan in France. It’s just as squirrely a creature up there. As you can see above, it was blowing so hard that they had to close the revolving doors (which are apparently called a “tourniquet”) lest some squawking Southern-accented Frenchie get launched in to Auchan’s cheese region. And no, that’s not a French allusion to something sexual.