A pinched skinniness may be one of his most recognisable physical attributes, but I think he cuts a suitably authoritative figure here, earning his crust monitoring the comings and goings at one of Toledo’s most traditional hotels. (And one of the few that is actually situated inside the old town – the narrow streets weren’t built for buses…)
Just don’t cough in his direction as you amble past him with your suitcases in tow. He might go to pieces and lampoon your smalls on his way down.
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