It looks a bit pathetic now, but this is where I lived for six months in 1974: calle de Elvira, 140, Granada. On the second floor I had rented a room looking out over the street and the medieval arch with the same name. Behind these doors is a passage that opens out onto a small patio with stairs leading up to the apartments.
‘My’ apartment was owned by an aunt of my boyfriend at the time (the relationship did not survive the first two weeks of my stay in the city) who was very Andalusian. She had this strong accent, swallowed a lot of sounds and spoke with an unbelievable speed. Although I did know the language by then, this was far too much for me and for some months I just answered ‘sí, sí’. Later on things improved and after two years in Granada I spoke as much Andalusian as she.
When I stayed here, the block was already not in an excellent condition, just like the other old houses in the street. My parents were quite shocked when they came to visit me. Now the building is being renovated and turned into modern apartments that probably will be sold or let to other people than their former residents.
My contribution to Norman’s Thursday Doors.