Burgess writes in You’ve Had Your Time, Being the Second Part of the Confessions of Anthony Burgess: ‘In the Miramar Hotel, Lynne lay in bed while I incessantly rolled cigarettes of adulterated kif for her. William Burroughs would read funereally Jane Austen to her as she lay. His cured junkie heart homed to Regency stability.’
Enderby finds that the Miramar is one of ‘a couple of rich hotels near the Acantilado Verde’ — the other being the Rif— that are ‘good begging pitches’. (He operates successfully as a beggar for a time.)
Opposite the Miramar is a taxi-stand from which the Turkish Delight commercial doorman whistles for a taxi to come over.