Calle San Vicente 44, then Jesus del Gran Poder, now Santa Cecilia. The latest street on our apartment-share carousel is in historic Triana, opposite La Trucha Bar Cafe with its tried and tested tapas offerings: Gambas al ajillo, Espinacas con garbanzos, Chipirones.
Dani, Sarah, Tomas and Tati are a good mix of characters from easy-does-it, to direct and self-assured. The latter is a trait I admire – inner strength delivered without the maliciousness of assertiveness in overdrive.
This flat has a television! Salem’s Lot is on, pierced by an advert for Les Miserables which has arrived in Spain. Tomas and I head for a foot expedition through Triana district. Cars on cobblestones k-thunk k-thunk; metal shutters rattle down, shielding the snoozers inside. Small balconies protrude from rendered walls, homes closer to the street than I’m used to.
The smells of wholesome meals, cooked by someone else, sway us into turning toward home, toward our own lunch of tinned-tuna-with-something. But after an hour of wandering and chattering we’re so disoriented that we’re forced to ask for directions.
“I live here,” protested Tomas to doubting pedestrians, “but I’m lost”.
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