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It's Spain, but not as I know it
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THE FIRST car I saw parked outside the front door of my hotel was
a Lamborghini with a Saudi Arabian number plate, the only car in the
world designed to be no thicker than a credit card. It was slung so
low that it could comfortably have slipped a path underneath any
normal vehicle. And yet it was wide enough to accommodate the driver
and several girl-friends in the front seat.
The devil has to be in details like these. I have just arrived in
the phenomenon that is Marbella and am stru...
