For breakfast we go to the Ambos Mundos Hotel, where for some
time have lived Ernest Hemingway. We go to rooftop via an old iron Otis lift and
in front of us is revealed the magnificent view of the city and mainly of the
near buildings – on a rooftop a man slowly, without overworking, simultaneously
smokes and hangs out the laundry; a large baking pan with bread buns sits on a
balcony, whether it is to finish the baking or to dry out the buns, I can't
say.
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Tiles
Three generations of tiles cohabit on a nearby roof.
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