Granada. We stayed in this place that was actually the last stop on the edge of the old town. It was the grossest place I've ever stayed in and that pretty much includes the ex-squat anarchist cat vomit den I once lived in in Brunswick. I think the krusty punk ferals who lived in that squat had higher living standards than the dude running this hostel. But anyway, it was actually really excellently situated. It was cool to look out from this cactus shanty town complete with wild dogs and abandoned cave-dwellings, to the Alhambra, one of the most beautiful places I've seen in Spain. In this top photo you can see the old city wall, and we are on the wrong side of it.
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