Berta and the Leaning Houses

In the morning, Polly meets a stone marten on a drainpipe. Her name is Berta. She has lived inside the town walls for many years. She offers to show Polly the town. A marten's tour uses shortcuts, she says. Polly likes shortcuts very much.

The streets of Albarracín are never straight. They climb in steps and pass under little archways. The wooden balconies above the lanes almost touch each other. Neighbors could pass a cup of sugar from one balcony to another. All the walls are painted in that soft pink color.

At a corner, Berta stops and points up with her paw. There stands a very strange house. It is narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. Nothing about it is straight. It is called the Julianeta, and it is famous in all of Spain. It has leaned like this for hundreds of years.

They finish the tour on a rooftop and share a fig. Polly asks how people find their way in these streets. Berta smiles. You do not find your way, she says. You get lost in a friendly way, and then you are home.