Jake has called for Black and White this week, and I’m thrilled, because i have some old shots from Spain, the winter after Franco died, that I’ve been looking for an excuse to post.
It was a Sunday morning in late November, and we’d been to Mass in Barcelona’s marvellous gothic cathedral. As we all poured out of the dim interior into the bright winter sunshine we were met by an amazing sight. There, on the steps of the cathedral, surrounded by the city’s worthies, was an ensemble of wind and brass players, and a double bassist, while down below in several great circles, people were dancing in the paved forecourt. A long suppressed expression of Catalan nationalism, the population of the city was joyfully gathering to participate in the Sardana.
Led by the fluvial player (bottom left), the little orchestra was seated in two neat rows, all decked out in fawn suits
Being a sucker for parades, you can imagine how interested I was to watch as people readied themselves for a parade before Advent – Barcelona.
In Cordoba, in a courtyard near the Mezquita, we came across old folk soaking up the sun, chatting
and in Avila, on a freezing, sleeting blustering day, we watched the Guardia at work in the livestock market
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A little aside –
Half the house has been plunged into darkness (don’t ask!) so I won’t write much, in case the other half goes, which will knock out the internet and leave me with only an already fried battery to power my laptop … fingers crossed!
Several hours later … Yes, the whole house went dark, and I suspect it was we who shorted the neighbourhood. Bless the multi-talented Amarasiri – he’s made temporary repairs to the main trip switch – lets hope they withstand the surges of tomorrow’s power cut (oh, I forgot, we’re not having a power cut tomorrow, in honour of Ramazan).