“Says 24 degrees centigrade…”
“Mmm, lovely blue sky and that fresh breeze…”
“Let’s walk through the Paseo del Parque to the harbour, and Muelle Uno.”
“Look at the sun shining through the hibiscus and look, the reddest roses ever, hundreds of them.”
“That smell, oh yes, it’s an Indian Jasmine tree.”
“There’s a parakeet. See it? That flash of lime green?”
“I love this Zen pool, just overflowing with ripples.”
“Coffee at Gallo Rojo?”
“If there’s a seat in the shade.”
“Dos cafés con leche, por favor, y un agua sin gas.”
Look! Those lovely little girls in frothy white. Of course, it’s the first weekend in May, all those Communions. And their mothers, dressed to kill. Wicked scarlet satin tiny jacket and scarlet heels to match. Everyone looks so happy!”
“¡Que guapa, que chulo tu traje!”
“Gracias…”
“Let’s go to La Moraga for a tapa.”
“OK, here, this table looking out on the beach.”
“These are the best coquinas I have ever eaten, so fresh and delicate.”
“Dos copas de Rueda, por favor.”
“OK, coffee and lemon sorbet at Galopain on the way home?”
“Why not?”
“Best coffee in town, Galopain.”
“Isn’t Málaga lovely?”
“It is. It is.”
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