For six years, I’ve walked past this house whose past-prime quincho roof has reminded me of a mangy dog. It’s finally getting groomed, to stretch a simile. It appears the back half is nearing completion, and the facing side is being torn off.
What’s the deal with quincho? Glad you asked. Denise (“day-NEE-say”) has answered your question exhaustively (and perhaps exhaustingly; we have different styles) here.
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