Maybe it's from an earlier time, but Jan Morris seems to be allowed to get away with saying things that wouldn't be allowed nowadays. Not in a pc way, but she is prone to sweeping generalisations and ascribing traits to whole peoples or places that are romantic, beguiling, wonderful to read but not necessarily true. I guess that is poetic licence and part of her Celtic outlook. Really enjoyed the book, but it's her imagined Spain rather than the 'real' Spain, and a Spain that was still very much the country of Franco, with repression, suspicion, dark corners and a powerful church.
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