|SEEN FROM OUR BALCONY. "STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT."|
Last Saturday afternoon, I heard an energized flamenco beat being carried by some sort of drum and clapping hands. When I went out on the balcony, I found one man playing a guitar and singing while another drummed on a large box. A baby in a carriage was mesmerized, and people around them clapped skillfully to the beat. It was uplifting. At the end, no hat was passed; no money was exchanged. They just hugged and headed on their way.
|FLAMENCO LAST WEEK IN FRONT OF EL SANEDRÍN.|
As we neared the plaza on our walk home from dinner late last night, we heard a joyful noise. Many voices were raised in song. They sounded great despite the fact that we groaned when we realized they were singing "Cielito Lindo." However, as we turned the corner, we discovered the crowd was being led by a group of traditionally garbed troubadours. And, thankfully, the troop's next and last song, which they sang alone, was something much more fun — and less familiar to us — than "Cielito Lindo."
We were so grateful to have arrived home before they made their musical exit. I hope the video I caught of that last number — right at our front door — will give you a sense of the happiness we felt as we headed upstairs for the night.