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July is a month for music, with jazz, blues, pop and gospel thundering through the walls. Sometimes it’s difficult to hear about these concerts, as the organisers are occasionally too busy thinking about their summer break instead of their promotional duties. Ah well, there’s always an accordion player nearby.
This month, Angel loses his mind and Lenox his view. Peter explains the Catalonian elections, Richard scores a goal and JAFO has a Pink Martini. Alan listens to the radio, Gwyneth makes a transfer and Indalecio welcomes the next mayor.
We may live in a tourist destination, but Hugh suggests some other places to visit. Jocelyne buys a painting and samples the strawberries, the Brigadier rips aside the veils of small village life and Chincheto photographs the Moors and Christians, ably assisted by his scribe Leonoxo.
Terry goes deep underground (like a good reporter should) and David, for a change, pets his cats. Sergio solves a murder and Richard puts a deposit down on a puppy.
The palm tree looks down on our endeavours with equanimity; its only desire is being left in peace, its only worry is being uprooted for replanting on the beach with a bandage and a salty view.
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