“Madame Hortense’s miniature hotel consisted of a row of age-old bathing cabins glued together one behind the other. The first cabin was a store; it sold candy, cigarettes, Arabian peanuts, lamp wicks, kindergarten alphabet books and frankincense. Four other cabins in succession were the sleeping quarters. Behind them, in the courtyard, were the kitchen, laundry, hen coop and rabbit hutches. Reeds and prickly pear cacti were thickly planted in the fine sand all around the perimeter. The entire complex smelled of the sea, animal droppings, and pungent urine. Only occasionally, when Madame Hortense passed by, did the air change its odor, as if a barbershop’s slop bucket had been emptied in front of you.”
Nikos Kazantzakis, “Zorba the Greek”, 1952
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