Reply #88: Thank You, Sir [View All]

My one venture into Spain, back in the days when Gen. Franco was very much alive, was to Barcelona: stayed in the old quarter near the railway station, where the streets were so narrow that in many, you could stand in the center and stretching out your arms, touch the walls on either side. Once a Volkswagen Beetle drove through, and was nearly wedged into immobility. Sightseeing was never much of a priority for me in traveling, but there I made a point of seeing the great way of the Ramblas, where the riot police made common cause with the anarchist braves to defeat the mutinous soldiers on the 18th of July in '36, and the Continental Hotel, where Mr. Orwell stood sentry go during the '37 fighting.