Bad Old Town
We’re staying on the 8th floor in a tall building on the main drag in this town. Think 42nd Street but with trolleys. We’re around the corner from a street food market that seems quite North African, never mind that it’s in front of a statue of some Greek lady.
I like the prices at closing time so I go in the late afternoon. The lamb is best for meat and of course fish are the emblem of this town. The fish soup called “soup rouge” made with tiny sea animals, is wonderful.
This New Yorker is happy to finally be in a dense population. The street art is breathtaking, with an excellent signal-to-noise ratio.
I can’t show photos of our excellent airbnb because it belongs to designers and I don’t want to invade their privacy, but I must say the place is beautiful, the colors perfectly chosen, with stylish furniture.
The views are spectacular. If it has to be airbnb, it’s best to stay in primary residences as opposed to those Ikea wonders designed for income.
