It’s just a bunch of broken old walls..said the nice Ukranian I met at the music club. I was there to watch a flamenco guitarist but found myself at a meet and greet for English speakers. A nice chance to meet people in a town where I didn’t have a lot to say for myself in their native tongue except..perdon..soy no hablo espanol…
The flamenco was great and the club is lovely, La Guijaira. And the backdrop from the rooftop stage was this Moorish fortress. Idyllic, a postcard moment that I could never photograph.
The next day we went to tour the bunch of old walls..turns out, that’s just the sort of thing I really like to take pictures of….
brian swaddling 