Plaza Larga

We managed to stop for a refreshing draft, and sat for a while watching the world go by... and with it a bunch of people on some sort of treasure hunt. They were carrying instructions with Oracle letterheads. The thought of Oracle employees enjoying themeselves seemed somehow wrong to a Starfleet trooper... and he racked his brains for a way to interfere (but resisted).

When we got going again we diverted from the planned route, and passed through(*) the old city walls into a more populated area that was centered around this Saturday market in Plaza Larga.

Gorse Fox was amused to see an ill-dressed, unkempt chap, who appeared to be a beggar or tramp, yet was texting someone with a Motorola Razr!

(*) When GF says passed through the wall, he is not implying some sort of spiritual or magical powers. He actually used a door called Puerta Nueva.


Tags: Granada, Albayzin