Layers and layers of history and architecture... Doors behind railings concealing other doors, leading onto passageways and gardens and courtyards, with more doors tucked into their corners...
Brown-armed taxi drivers who turn the tiny backstreets into a white-knuckled ride for tourists, while Radio Nacional de Espana shrieks in the background... and who ALWAYS unclip their seatbelt as soon as they leave the main roads...
Larger than life nature: trees taken right from a child's picture book
A black-haired flamenco dancer with fire in her eyes: a flamenco performance for the soul, not for the tourists...
Bursting into tears in the Baby section of H&M, when "Everybody Hurts" came onto the radio.(Buying a pair of baby trousers, just to feel better...)
Stumbling across the calmest, most elegant square in the city, glancing upwards and beholding.... the French flag. My wry smile.
2 comments:
lovely photos! Glad you are back home safely xx
Waouh !! It sounds as a lovely trip with peacefull moments walking along the streets... Nice to read you again.
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