to arrive in the dark
— and to find your hotel on its cobbled street, the lovely pine floors glowing in lamplight, to walk out again in darkness to the little restaurant with seven tables all set with blue and white plates, to return, step into your bathroom where the tiles are the same colour as the lemons in the groves of the Algarve —
And to walk out after breakfast this morning, up the cobbled street, turning one corner, to see this:
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