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carnival. The street dancers looked very exotic, and they invited me to

have a meal with them

which was paella with some of Spain's finest ingredients including calasparra rice, clams and chorizo. It was deliciously washed down with a few glasses and more of the best Rioja. I then joined in a street dance in the warm night air, winding through the moonlit narrow streets until

we came across a very suspicious sight. There was a man, obviously English from the tell tale "Union Jack" shorts that he was wearing, and he was surrounded by a group of

masked Guardia Civil officers, who were

going to read him the riot act and

then teach him how to conjugate 500 popular verbs. In the background, a shady

"lookey, lookey" man was trying to sell his wares. He was going into the local cafes, in turn, and speaking to all the holiday makers there. At the same time, surreptitiously, he was standing beside them and stealing their ......

handbags and walletts but he was seen by

the infamous piano accordion man who, in between playing his tunes such as 'yes we have no bananas' in Spanish, was