We walked out of the Albacin today, meaning downhill, to re-enter modernity for a bit and on the way we came across this street. A taste of Morocco to come, eh?
Then, while continuing our walking tour, I stumbled across this guy, Jem along the river Darro. We'd come across a number of classical guitar players in the street but this fellow was different. He wasn't playing the Busker's Canon of Spanish Tourist Songs – meaning, Gypsy Kings, Frank Sinatra, and so on – and he kept his head and face covered with a impromptu keffiyef. I think to stay focused on the music. A true artist. So I stopped and listened. I could hear a number of classical Spanish composers my mother used play for me as a child, but I couldn't identify the song list. So I bought his CD out of his case and look forward to listening to it in the studio at home. I did the same thing ten years ago in San Miguel Allende – buying a lovely trio's homespun CD in a bar, and when I got it home they'd embedded this awful click-track accompaniment so I never played it again. But I don't think this will be the case with this Jem. I'll be sending him the photos I took and a downloadable link to this video. I hope he becomes famous. He deserves it for surprising the listener.
Oh, and a kitty picture for those of you who like fuzzy things...
Lot of cats in the gypsy part of the Albacin...
Oh yes, after visiting the caves, and a lovely afternoon mojito, I set up to paint the Alhambra from across the canyon at sunset. Surrounded by a crowd watching that sunset. Again, Spaniards and the tourists here are awfully polite. No one interrupted me even though I was obviously positioned.
What a beautiful structure. A dream for me. Exquisitely proportioned, a fortress, a Muslim stronghold, yet still a thing of grace. We will walk through it tomorrow. Can't wait to see the details.
My friend, Mark, is cooking up some fresh sardines in olive oil and garlic as I write this. Time to refocus.
Life is good.
- Posted from the road from my iPad