CHAPTER NINETY FOUR – THE GREAT TOUR

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of wandering, they stumbled upon a familiar landmark – the towering cathedral that marked the center of the market square. Sunburned, exhausted, and considerably lighter in the wallet, they collapsed onto a bench in the shade, surveying the hard-won spoils of their adventure. "Well, darling," Julian chuckled ruefully, gesturing to the bulging suitcases at their feet, "at least we have enough tacky souvenirs to last a lifetime." Charlotte couldn't help but laugh, leaning her head against his shoulder as the chaos of the market swirled around them. "And quite the collection of stories to go with them, my love." As they sat in the heart of the vibrant, pulsing square, Charlotte couldn't help but reflect on the day's escapades. From her fierce bargaining battles to the harrowing encounter with the bulls and the heartbreaking loss of Julian's wallet, it had been a whirlwind of adventure and misadventure. But through it all, one constant remain