Crossing The Soc We Entered A Narrow Street With The Same Kind Of
Box-Shops On Each Side, Some Of Which, However, Were Either
Unoccupied Or Not Yet Opened, The Lid Being Closed.
We almost
immediately turned to the left, up a street somewhat similar, and
my guide presently entered the door of a low house, which stood at
the corner of a little alley, and which he informed me was the
abode of Joanna Correa.
We soon stood in the midst of this
habitation. I say the midst, as all the Moorish houses are built
with a small court in the middle. This one was not more than ten
feet square. It was open at the top, and around it on three sides
were apartments; on the fourth a small staircase, which
communicated with the upper story, half of which consisted of a
terrace looking down into the court, over the low walls of which
you enjoyed a prospect of the sea and a considerable part of the
town. The rest of the story was taken up by a long room, destined
for myself, and which opened upon the terrace by a pair of folding-
doors. At either end of this apartment stood a bed, extending
transversely from wall to wall, the canopy touching the ceiling. A
table and two or three chairs completed the furniture.
I was so occupied in inspecting the house of Joanna Correa, that at
first I paid little attention to that lady herself. She now,
however, came up upon the terrace where my guide and myself were
standing.
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