Louise Closser Hale

Louise Closser Hale

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Portrait of Louise Closser Hale Louise Closser Hale The Mañana Habit (1907)

It was on the fifth day in Valencia as we were slipping over our fine strip of sphalt gloomily discussing the necessity of driving on to Barcelona to-morrow, or to-morrow, or to-morrow—it was on the fifth day that something passed us, something chugging, leaving behind the scent of gasoline to assail our astonished nostrils, something we had not met throughout southern Spain—a motor-car in action.
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Portrait of Louise Closser Hale Louise Closser Hale The Mañana Habit (1907)

Spain is a land of contrasts. When one is driven to the point of laughing loudly and pointing retaliating fingers at the gazing populace, something very beautiful always happens, and one forgets about the finger of scorn and wipes one's eyes surreptitiously. It took a fine, big policeman to remind me of my manners on one occasion in Alicante.
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Portrait of Louise Closser Hale Louise Closser Hale The Mañana Habit (1907)

The approach to Jativa (which, with Alcoy and Jijona, although inland mountain towns, were firmly included as three of our cities of the Riviera) was across a fertile valley brilliant with vineyards, and very welcome after climbing the usual steep range of hills which is part of every day's motoring in Spain.
Seen from the plain, the site of the town was astonishingly high. The village itself was blocked from view by a line of wall at the top of the mountain, flanked by turret towers, and impregnable in appearance to all living things but birds.
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