The Crêpe Escape: Is this the way to Alicante?

Del Hughes La Etapa Final  The city was eerily empty. Waves of savage heat shimmered above toasting tarmac, and parks lay parched and lifeless. The only sounds were the creak of swings and the skittering of brittle leaves through dust. The scorched air carried the arid scents of eucalyptus and tree sap. Think Cillian Murphy…