The concentrated hub of Granada called the Albaycin, is a hill full of tangled alley ways brimming with Arabian tea houses, with sensual music and sheesha filtering in the streets. Intimate tapas cafes spill out into the cobblestone alleys, the only sounds being footsteps, conversation, and music. From a square on top the Albaycin, a few locals and tourists gaze across to the mystical Alhambra. In one corner, a guitarist coaxes their friends into singing Spanish and American classics. Not far away, another guitarist and gang entice a flamenco dancer into rhythmic gyrations, communicating back and forth with only their art.
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