Old Town
Where the bread is baked before dawn and nothing stays secret past noon.
Old Town is where I began — the cobbled port district where I was born, where my grandfather Theodor kept his workshop, and where Tomás Reyle waits with a brown leather notebook I was never supposed to need. The rues descend steeply toward the harbour in tight ochre terraces, eve…
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