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| View from the city walls |
The city of Úbeda in the mountains east of Cordóba is one of our favourites so far. Olive groves surround the city and, like Cazorla, it is famous for its fine quality olive oil. It obviously once was, and still is, a wealthy city. There are more churches than it needs, all with elaborately carved facades, winding streets and renaissance architecture is dotted around the old UNESCO World Heritage city. There are even a couple of donkeys hanging around outside the Parador.
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| A hint of decoration |
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| Flat hair |
I must commend the pharmacist here as she recommended even stronger medications in the vain hope that the fluffy one will, one day, recover from his man flu. He’ll seem to be getting better one minute then he slips back to hideousness the next. Poor sausage.
Something to cheer him up is the tinny sound of The Nutcracker Suite coming from the iPhone of our Spanish neighbours who, despite the parking area being huge and empty, have parked within a foot or two from Dickie with their side door flung wide open. Mr Fluffy is enjoying it immensely; I can tell by the strained smile on his face when he looks over at them to say ‘Hola’.
Twenty five degrees today. A sunny Christmas Day beckons. Feliz Navidad to you all.
