This was not one of my greatest choices. The apartment itself was OK, small, but it had everything one could need. The location, great on paper, prooved to be the problem.
I only looked in Santa Cruz, the old jewish quarter, a maze of medieval streets lined with whitewashed houses, flower-filled patios and quirky bars.
The problem was the square the apartment overlooked was next to a nighclub that closed at 7am and bars that closed at 3am and then the party went on in the square.
We tried to go local, eat late go to bed later and get up even later but our body clocks could not quiet go – the all nighters – of our young party animals in square.
This was the terribly ironic sign in the foyer of the apartment block!
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