House on the corner

The cathedral clock is marking 7 p.m. of the second Santiago day, it's the time to get una copa with some free evening tapas, do some things in the center, for all the shops and offices have been siesta-closed til 5.

There is a classic Lorca poeme, from a series of 6, that sais Chove en Santiago, o meu doce amor (It's raining in Santiago, o my sweet love). Hopefully, not true, at least for the last 2 days.

Heard flamenco on the street last night, which aslo is'n tipical.

So, i guesse here most of the spanish topics have been mentioned, so no more stereotipes, and next comes exclusively Galicia, and as they say here, Galiza non é España...