"Why do you turn in here?" I asked the driver.
He laughed and answered, "Because there is no wider street."
"Is all Toledo like this?" I asked again.
"It is all like this," he replied
"Impossible!" I exclaimed.
"You will see," he added.
To tell the truth, I did not believe him. I entered a hotel, dropped my valise in a room, and ran headlong down the stairs to take a look at this very strange city. One of the hotel-porters stopped me at the door and asked with a smile,
"Where are you going, caballero?"