So for the best part of six weeks I stayed in this odd little hostel, with secret and irregular curfew hours and an opera-singing daughter and interesting passers-by. And all was good; I even spoke some Spanish. Best of all though was simply being right beside the Alhambra. The building, even from the outside, is simply stunning. And all the shops were selling this book, as if I ought to have heard of it:
Apparently it's very famous. I dunno, I still haven't read it!!
Other shops that I passed walking up and down the hill a couple of times every day made and sold guitars or chessboards and boxes in a morroccan style. And gitanas trying to press rosemary into my hand so that they could grap my palm and tell my fortune...
And, just a few weeks into my stay, it was Semana Santa....
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