Rick Steves: A taste of small-town Spain in Arcos
Arcos smothers its hilltop, tumbling down all sides like the train of a wedding dress. The labyrinthine old centre is a photographer’s feast. I can feel the breeze funnel through the narrow streets as drivers pull in car mirrors to squeeze through. Residents brag that they only see the backs of the birds as they fly. To see what they mean, I climb to the viewpoint at the main square, high in the old town. Bellying up to the railing — the town’s suicide jumping-off point — I look down and ponder the fancy cliffside hotel’s erosion concerns, orderly orange groves, flower-filled gree...
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