Ghettos and Gitanas in Granada
April 15th 2006 It was dark by the time we arrived in Granada from Málaga. At a luz rojo, a man on a motorscooter knocked on our window. He introduced himself as an official tourist-helper-man. We pulled over, and he called around to see if he could find us lodging for the night. Again, almost every bed in town was full of tourists who had made reservations in advance. We were puzzled as to how he kne
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