On the way to dinner we met a colony of feral cats who live among the rocks abutting the beach. True heirs of Darwin, their patchy colors mime those of the rocks, so many of them blend in with the landscape.
It’s rather strange to see cats in such proximity to a large mass of water, but these live in these condos with a sea view (better than the commnuities of rats living in garbage bags on the streets of NY). Cats being cats, their gaze is transfixing. I think they gaze at us because they are hungry. But their eyes are still mysterious.
Talking about garbage, Málaga is kept spotlessly clean. There are armies of street cleaners and it shows.
I don’t mind a clean city at all.
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