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 A
time warp back to the fifties, that’s Binissalem. There are still
people here who don’t lock their doors at night. In a walk around
the town you also may see a half dozen cars parked with their lock
buttons up, so trusting are the local inhabitants. Small children
are to be seen late at night in the church square unaccompanied, as
their parents know that any adult in the vicinity will function "in
loco parentis" should the occasion require, be it with a helping
hand or a disciplinary admonition. Binissalem is to a surprising
degree untouched, unspoiled, innocent and unexploited, and long may
things stay this way. We are trying to import some sophistication (and
some money) into the town, but hope it won’t be overtaken by all the
elements that can so often conspire to spoil delightful small places
when they become discovered by tourists. But as we are the only
hotel within ten miles, and as we have room for only 32 people at a
time, we hope we’ll not contribute to any potential despoliation of
the town. |
