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A MORNING’S JOURNEY 183
knew where the aqueduct was in ruins and where each
little peep-hole was situated. I knew the street gamins.
I knew exactly what each one would shout after me. I
knew all the serving women in Albaicin and I knew
which would nod-to me and which would not. The
whole stretch was so bewitchingly full of life that I
walked over it again and again and every day I met
something new.
When the dawn crept up and Don Pedro in the next
room shouted “Beppa!” I jumped out of my bed.
First I immersed myself in el pilar, the fountain in the
courtyard, and then I mounted the little turret in order
to decide what sort of weather the day would bring.
From our little turret I could see the millennial red
walls of Alhambra. I could count the domes of thirty
churches, and hear their cheap bells tinkling. The
snowy summits of Sierra Nevada glowed far above me
and off in the opposite direction I could see Sierra
Elvira encircling the Vega. Don Bonifazio entered
the church and went about his work while his wife
directed his activities from her bed. As I would pass
her open door, she would halt a sharp and vehement
stream of abuse. Then I nodded to the merry old
“facio” and was out in the street!
Scarcely was I out of the house when I was obliged
to take a long step to evade a big dead dog— (there
had been another dead dog on this spot yesterday)
— -
before I ambled up the street. In a short side-street
there was a great heap of refuse with two unkempt
dogs and a beggar delving in its entrails for edible
remnants. As I gazed up along the house-fronts, there
were white shreds of mist between the many-colored
balconies. The morning sun shone along the length
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