A Room With No View
The landlady shows me to the tiny room where I’m to stay in this urban wilderness of Barcelona. It’s painted entirely in a deep, thunderous red. It has no windows, and seems to be furnished primarily with cats.
“Excuse me,” I venture, “is it too late to cancel?
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Love how the last line made my mouth curve up on both sides.
Happy Wednesday, Sharron.
Cats and no windows? The stuff of nightmares.