El Barrio

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My home for a month, in Calle del San Antonio, where my neighbours take life slowly and I have made friends already, if only of the canine variety.

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A place of squares this, and al fresco dining, steps and side alleys. When I first arrived a young lad sang in Arabic in the street, unaccompanied. No busker this, he was singing for the sheer joy of it, and what a voice, rising upwards between the tall buildings.

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A jumble of architecture, new and old with the occasional dilapidated gem, windows open to the elements once again, a roost for birds. Imagine the enticing rooms inside and winding stairs long unfamiliar with the footfalls of former inhabitants. The same story the length of Europe.

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Old ladies sit in the street, noting your passing. Wise with their years.

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Sento, a tapas bar full of raucous life where as a lone traveller I feel welcome. The Spanish make no enquiries of you or demand your reasons. I like that. Seville enchanted me, but Old Town Alicante has something extra.

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A short walk to the harbour front, and a woman fires bread for the birds with a catapult. My trip is complete.

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