Cathedral of Granada
Before we left, we returned to the cathedral and toured the inside. As you can see, it is quite beautiful, and larger than you might imagine from looking at the outside.
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Be sure to look at the human figures for an idea of scale, in number 3 above, for example, or number 3 below.
|Gypsies lurked in front of the cathedral, where tourists disembark from city buses and catch the little red vans that run up to the Alhambra.
We had already run into gypsies in Cordoba. There they wait outside the main entrance to the Patio de las Naranjas.
It would always be a middle-aged woman, and she would always zero in on me. Craig was always ready for them, emitting gypsy-proof vibes.
She tried to press rosemary sprigs in my hand, as the gypsies had also done in Cordoba.
"Regalo," she said. I said, Gracias, NO. "Regalo!"
I didn't think a gypsy would give me a gift. Sure enough, "Vida longa," she began to say, plucking at my hand, which I snatched back.
I don't want to give the wrong impression - it really wasn't very physical at all. Just persistent. And a little wierd.
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