Sometimes I come across a region where it's beauty isn't as immediate to see. I try to focus on details that I find along the way, then slowly its charm unfolds. Picasso's birthplace, Malaga, at face value is splitting at the seams with Erasmus students, tangerine tans, shopping bags, a dirty harbour, gold chains and high rise apartments. But then I come across districts where fish is prepared on converted boat-braais, palm tree promenades, white-washed cottages and vw dingies and I start to enjoy its energy. When in doubt, head out of the city.
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