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Inside the Jazz Café
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Quiet time at the Pepe Botella café
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On a foggy morning
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A narrow alley
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Through a dark passage
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Cart loaded with “petates” (straw mats in Nahuatl language)
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A small fishing village along the St Lawrence River
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Farming tools
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Counterpoint: two windows in a courtyard
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Dutch memories: tulip bulbs in baskets in a foggy day
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A neat arrangement
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A world in ruins: an abandoned house
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Fishermen behind a slave shipping castle
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Shovel and back door
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A donkey burdened with tin milk cans
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Patched door of an abandoned house
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In the old Medina
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Ruins of a balcony where, many years ago, a Juliet stood to hear her Romeo’s love song
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Oh Juliets! Oh poets! Oh the gossip thirsty!
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Basket by a small window
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The darkness inside
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An old door
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Fishing cabins by the sea
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The darkness inside
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The darkness inside
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Detail from vintage MG
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During a morning walk
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An old door
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View from the back window of a modest hotel
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Detail from a vintage MG
