There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
|A BIT OF A FIXER-UPPER ON PLAZA DE LA ENCARNACIÓN.|
Our house is not crooked. It is level, solid, renovated, and in excellent condition. But many of the houses we pass are not in the same shape.
|A VIEW FROM A BALCONY. UNDULATING WALLS.|
Given that some of the houses we see around town are anywhere from 100 to over 600 years old, it's no surprise they're bent and twisted. However, it's a wonder some of the buildings I've seen are still able to stand.
|A VIEW FROM ANOTHER BALCONY.|
NOTE THE UNINTENDED SWAG TO THE WINDOW TRIM.
Without help, some of the crooked buildings won't be standing much longer. Fortunately, many have been reinforced and only appear to be twisting and collapsing into themselves.
|WITH MASSIVE REINFORCING BEAMS INSIDE, THIS CAFÉ WILL BE AROUND FOR A WHILE,|
(WHICH PERHAPS GIVES THEM SOME TIME TO IMPROVE THE SERVICE.)