Poetry, the imagination, and the creative life.
I forget what the plaza in Seville is called. We went there at sunset the walls become a rosy color. Ah, gorgeous! We ate a place that served mostly crepes, so I had peach crepes for dinner. In Barcelona, I recommend the market off the tourist strip. Oh, I'll have to remember the name! The Wash Post food critic recommended it and the place was a highlight.
D: thanks for the recs! I am so looking forward to being there.
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