long, long lie-in! Much deserved, as we've both been working hard,
two church bells clank away outside, calling townspeople to worship.
Otherwise the morning is absolutely quiet.
an afternoon spent sprawled on the balcony, soaking in the sunshine,
reading, thinking or just taking in the jumble of rooftops and balconies
and washing lines and electricity wires that tumbles away from us.
a noisy and very happy celebration somewhere below us early in the
afternoon, lots of shouting and laughter. The sounds of children
playing, motor scooters buzzing, someone hammering, car horns, cagebirds,
sparrows drift up to us. It's hot enough for Ralph to spend a couple
of hours barechested and eventually seeking out the shade as it
advances across the balcony. Wonderful!
instead of a miserable English winter gloom gathering at four in
the afternoon, seeping into our veins, the sun abruptly disappears
at six and the church is floodlit.
in the evening we explore more of Torrox's alleys and flights of
stairs. We discover the remains of its Arab fortress (more later)
and its original village gateway (again more later). Dogs sleep
in doorways, fountains trickle.
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