The only things my father wanted us to bring back for him from Spain was a leather belt and Cajun spices. So wherever we went, we kept our eyes open for exotic spices (although we later found out that Cajun is actually a mixture of various spices, which we ironically found in a pharmacy back home). But before we found that out, we scoured all the market stalls without success.
We visited the Moorish city of Granada on the fourth-last day of our Spanish holiday. It was a cold, blustery day and I was starting to feel a little homesick by then. But, as I perused the wares of this particular stall, my heart soared at the hint of home displayed so prominently amongst its more unusual wares...
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Labels: Europe, Granada, Spain