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The street started off fairly upmarket but got shabbier and more sleazy further down; I even had to avoid being accosted by a couple of teenage tarts who were hanging around on a street corner, untroubled by the cop sitting nearby in his car. Eventually I reached the harbour which was a reminder of the fishing village origin of the town. There were some small boats drawn up on the sand, but some looked as if they hadn't been moved for years. | The street started off fairly upmarket but got shabbier and more sleazy further down; I even had to avoid being accosted by a couple of teenage tarts who were hanging around on a street corner, untroubled by the cop sitting nearby in his car. Eventually I reached the harbour which was a reminder of the fishing village origin of the town. There were some small boats drawn up on the sand, but some looked as if they hadn't been moved for years. | ||
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Revision as of 10:36, 4 May 2019
I slept in and by the time I had dressed in shorts and T-shirt I was too late for breakfast. I thought about going to the pool where they sold coffee and pastries, but decided to see what the town looked like in daylight.
I hopped on the shuttle bus and found the pedestrian area which was quite busy but I soon found a table outside a cafe from where I could people-watch to my heart's content. Fortified with a large coffee and a plate of tasty Empanadas, I sat and enjoyed the view. The shop opposite was some kind of sex shop and it was amusing to see parents hurrying their kids past the window display; although I noticed that some of them were happy to let them stop and look.
The street started off fairly upmarket but got shabbier and more sleazy further down; I even had to avoid being accosted by a couple of teenage tarts who were hanging around on a street corner, untroubled by the cop sitting nearby in his car. Eventually I reached the harbour which was a reminder of the fishing village origin of the town. There were some small boats drawn up on the sand, but some looked as if they hadn't been moved for years.
What do you do?