Flamenco

If anyone has skimmed through from the beginning of the holiday backblips since Monday 4th, then this photograph taken of a flamenco dancer in a town called El Paso will identify the country we were in.

The dancers were good, the music alas was recorded and blasted distorted out of loud speakers. The dancing was in an over-crowded small hall with coloured lights, whereas there were at least two lovely town squares where the atmosphere would surely have been more suited.

Otherwise a relaxed and relaxing day. Wifie mutinied against being driven up mountains and insisted on a quieter day nearer to base. I probably needed it too.