It was hot. I was tired.
‘Down there, meester’ the taxi driver said.
So, where was my B&B? I was desperate for a shower.
I bought an ice cream, studied my notes and set off.
They didn’t make sense. I turned left, right and right again. I passed a synagogue, then a fountain, then a gift shop. Another left then right.
‘Please be here’ I muttered turning a corner. Guess what? I was back at the ice cream stall.
I showed the chap my booking confirmation and put on a lost expression. He pointed to the door next to his stand. My B&B!
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