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Everything you need to know about spending a few days in Valencia's own Little Havana
What is this district by the sea?
Tour the houses clad with tiles
Fishermen built them for their wives
Along these Calles, bright and charming
In March the Fallas burn at night
Semana Santa is the time
The people are a charming mix
Singing, clapping in the squares
A place to swim, a place to fish
A market full of golden fruit
El Cabanyal is by the sea
A slice of history,
Valencia’s treasure,
A place for all to holiday
Where gypsies sit amidst palm trees
So much beauty in these streets
Sure to sweep you off your feet
So gorgeous, garish you will smile
With joy and wonder at their style
There to cherish all their lives
Each one a show of love and joy
Now Rita’s mission to destroy
Her brown stripes grim and quite alarming
But still these houses shine like jewels
To knock them down, you’d be a fool
Fires to fill the streets with light
Music booms, firecrackers pop
The party never wants to stop
For Cabanyal to really shine
They drum in Easter with panache
Brass bands play, the pace is fast
Look out the window, take your pick
They hail from Spain, Lahore and China
Proud and loyal, nowhere finer
Gitanos smile and sometimes stare
Emptying bins and filling trollies
Exchanging findings for their lolly
Al i Pebre their top dish
Bacalhao, Fideu, Snails
Clochones, Sepia, Lobster tails
Gypsies in their leopard suits
Workers, walkers, grandmas, kids
Buying chickens, rabbits, squid
You’ll find the waves, the salty breeze
Beyond the beach though, there’s much more
A chance to glimpse behind the door
Rich and strong
Linger here and linger long
Please don’t squander
Bring the people down to wander
And catch a glimpse of
Spain that’s real
Come here and you’re sure to feel
El Cabanyal is here to stay