With Red Train Tour tickets in hand Janice and Mazie took the full ninety minute tour around the city. Choosing the sights they would see was a daunting task. “I am amazed by it all,” Janice said. “Just think what we’ve seen in the last hour and half. Five hundred years of Spanish and English. All that old and new. Right next to each other a Spanish Villa and a Victorian house. What do we do first?”
“Anything but Believe It Or Not,” Mazie said
“Agreed. How about Villa Zarayda?”
The Villa Zarayda, built as a winter home by Boston millionaire, Franklin W. Smith, a 1/10 size replica Alhambra Palace in Granada Spain it oozed of wealth and elegance. End on end furniture, art work, rugs, and household articles collected from all over the world.
“My favorite,” Janice said as tired feet and growling stomachs forced and end to the tour, “was the cat rug. Do you believe it was woven from only cat hair and is the oldest rug in the whole world?”
“Does it matter? Not as much, I think, as the superstition that if you walk on it you will die.”
Janice laughed. “Of course if you walk on it you will die. We all die- sooner or later. You notice they do not tell you how soon after you step on it you will die.”
“But the day they finished it they found a dead cat.”
“Cats die too, Mazie.” Janice said as they entered a cafe for a late lunch
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