Despite all good intentions - and I'm half way into my first ever Trollope - the hundredweight of Victorian classics I'm carting about on the iPad don't quite fit the languid atmosphere of Goa.
This place is every bit Gatsby.
The beach shops have supplies of grubby worn out paperbacks. Mostly pulp fiction, they have an unsavoury look about them; with dog-eared pages stained and stuck together with suntan oils, they are popular with the occupants of daybeds down on the sands.
But then, Serendipity! I found this. A brand new copy too!
So now to get my lounger...
This place is every bit Gatsby.
The beach shops have supplies of grubby worn out paperbacks. Mostly pulp fiction, they have an unsavoury look about them; with dog-eared pages stained and stuck together with suntan oils, they are popular with the occupants of daybeds down on the sands.
But then, Serendipity! I found this. A brand new copy too!
So now to get my lounger...
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