\nAnother scene from our beach. Both the Dalmatian and its owners were friendly:
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![\"3131042\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12.jpg\")
<\/p>\nAlternate 1<\/em> Alternate 2<\/em> Alternate 3<\/em> Alternate 4<\/em> Alternate 5<\/em> Alternate 6<\/em> Alternate 7<\/em> Alternate 8<\/em> Alternate 9<\/em> Alternate 10<\/em> Alternate 11<\/em> Alternate 12<\/em> Alternate 13<\/em> This week I offer a variety of pictures, just from our life here in Alicante. The main event for this week was Semana Santa, but for that I have set up a separate gallery on my other site, www.frozenlight.eu. Here is some of the other stuff I saw this week. Main Another scene from our […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":121,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/133"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=133"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/133\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=133"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe alternates<\/strong>:<\/p>\n
\nWhen I walk my dog, we get barked at by all the dogs in the houses we pass. Some are bigger than others:
\n![\"3151061\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt1.jpg\")
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\nAnother doggie themed picture, from outside the Mercado Central:
\n![\"3151065\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt2.jpg\")
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\nWe have started going to the Mercado Central every weekend. The meat and fish on offer is better and cheaper than in the supermarket, and it is certainly much more interesting from a visual perspective. This child thought so too:
\n![\"3151069\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt3.jpg\")
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\nThe meat can be, shall we say, interesting to look at. We did not go for the sheep heads, though:
\n![\"3151066\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt4.jpg\")
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\nInstead, we eat a lot of fish these days, and not just shrinkwrapped filets, but the real thing:
\n![\"3141053\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt5.jpg\")
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\nBack home, we have a roof terrace that leads to my “tower”, or home office. I am usually there early in the morning while the family is still sleeping. When the sun rises over the sea, I can turn around and look at views like this:
\n![\"3161079\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt6.jpg\")
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\nLast Sunday I took one of my now customary motorcycle rides, this time heading south along the coast. This was taken near Santa Pola, about 18 km south of Alicante:
\n![\"3161088\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt7.jpg\")
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\nNear the same spot, a small seaside chapel. In the background is Gran Alacant, a ghetto of beach condos inhabited mainly by the British:
\n![\"3161086\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt8.jpg\")
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\nSometimes I stop for a pint of Guinness at O’Hara, a pub in the centre of Alicante, on my way home from work. On Tuesday afternoon, I sat at an outdoor table, set the camera on Live View, put in down on the table and just snapped at my leisure when I saw someone interesting walking by:
\n![\"3161116\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt9.jpg\")
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\nAnother image from the centre of town. A nightclub of dubious repute is either closing or opening, I am not quite sure:
\n![\"3191135\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt10.jpg\")
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\nAt our office, some people, like my co-worker Egle here, are lucky to have a desk with a view:
\n![\"3191142\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt11.jpg\")
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\nThursday was the first day of a 5-day Easter weekend. In the evening my son flew in from Bristol. We drove straight to our tapas place from the airport, so that we could feed our poor hungry boy:
\n![\"3201203\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt12.jpg\")
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\nFinally, another scene from the same place. The image is not technically perfect, but I liked the way this couple interacted (or not):
\n![\"3201219\"](\"uploads\/2008\/12alt13.jpg\")
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