These guys were busking, playing Gypsy jazz, in the style of Django Reinhardt. The woman is just tuning up her violin. The bass, as you can see, is a modified plastic trash can. The guitarists (at least two of the three) and the violinist were serious musicians.
Un pincho de tortilla con mayonesa, unas aceitunas y una copa de vino fino de Montilla ... What I enjoyed while listening to the musicians play.
That magnificent old pile, with the Sierra Nevada in the background. Taken from el mirador San Nicolás
Behind this wall, an enchanted garden, what granadinos call a "carmen."
Una casa granadina in the Albaicín
New Granada, from the Albaicín
The Cathedral
Marco and José Luis, on the terrace of José Luis's and Cati's house in the Albaicín. We used to play basketball together almost every day on the Paseo de los Tristes ... seventeen years ago!
José Luis and Cati
Josetxo Goia-Arribe y la Orquesta Jamalandruki at Café Central in Madrid. The name of the band is taken from a magician, a character in Pamplona in the sixties. At first I thought the group's music sounded like kletzmer crossed with jazz, but Goia-Arribe said that it was based on the traditional sounds of his native Pamplona, and especially the sounds of San Fermin, like the paso dobles they play at bullfights. This laced with a generous dose of Thelonius Monk.
Don Mario Izaguirre, with the one-man-band statue. La Cartuja, Sevilla.
Sevillian motif: Don Juan Tenorio, el "burlador" de Sevilla.
The greats of the Golden Age (early 17th C.), L to R: Calderón, Lope, Cervantes, and Quevedo.
L to R: Mariano José de Larra, Oscar Wilder, and a third guy.
The tapas board covers a ceramic reproduction of a Julio Romero de Torres painting. The girl on the cell phone stands in front of a Guardia Civil cut-out. Plaza del Ángel.
Near Plaza Santa Ana
There is no "Bodegas Calixto" across the street.
