Víctor M. Hernández
My treasure is my gallant bark;
My only God is liberty;
My law is might, the wind my mark,
My country is the sea.
Espronceda would have loved this apartment, because it smells of the sea, the tinkling of the masts of the port is heard, the sun enters sassy into the spacious living room, and the horizon waves hello every morning. In this apartment you live like a captain in a large ship, but on solid ground.
Bus lines C6 35