Memories of Zamora, Smelly Street #1

Did you know I used to live in a little city called Zamora in the West of Spain? Well, I did. This street was steep and had steps all the way down to the bottom. We liked to go there for a rum and lemon at dusk and watch the people walk past. We called it 'Smelly Street' because it always ponged! It was also home to a rapscallion kitty cat who never stopped to play and an antique shop brimming with curiosities.

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