Flower Friday: decorated

This is a house just round the corner from us that won second prize in the Almuñecar flower competition. I haven't found the first prize one yet. We are in the heart of the old town, in a very bijou little house. Our original idea was to find a cortijo in the country with a garden, but it doesn't seem to have worked out like that; this is about as urban as you can get. But very handy for all sorts of events.

This morning we went to the organic cafe in Motril to see if the intercambio we went to in January and February was still happening. It is, albeit with different attendees and a more laid-back arrangement; people turned up as and when, and we ended up as about a dozen people sitting round a table outside chatting in a mixture of Spanish, English and French. We left after about an hour and a half, and it was still going strong.

This afternoon S decided I was too feeble to go for a walk, so he went on his own. He was probably right as he came back saying he'd had difficulty following the vague directions and did a lot of scrambling in a dry riverbed. So my choice of sitting on the terrace reading was probably wise. He came back with some sea bream, so I managed to drag myself to the kitchen to cook my usual  recipe; it was particularly good this time, with deliciously fresh fish and melting potatoes.

And this evening we went to a flamenco and copla concert at the Casa de la Cultura in aid of an Alzheimer's charity. Wow. It. Was. Amazing. We aren't exactly experts, but it was evident after approximately five seconds that these people were the business. And the yells of "¡ Olé !" and spontaneous applause from locals suggested we weren't alone in this view. We were spellbound for an hour and a half; the dancing was stunning. No photos I'm afraid, but here's a video. If you don't understand Spanish, skip the talking and watch/listen to the dancing.

Edit: just found guiri blipping a similar show with Agustin Barajas back in 2014. She's right that the copla singing is very camp. But fun! "¡ Guapo¡" ("Hey gorgeous!") shrieked a woman in the audience at one particularly passionate moment.