Gerald Howson’s The Flamencos of Cadiz Bay is a damn good book that stays well clear of the “Andalusia, soul of Spain” myth-making that poisoned much foreign writing from Washington Irving on. Catalonia was for a long time the home of Spanish bull-fighting and I reckon it also houses more of what I in my ignorance would regard as gypsies than Andalusia; it is in connection with the latter and their music that Howson says something very interesting:
This doesn’t click with me, but my last visit to a peña flamenca was highly instructive (as well as pretty bizarre) so I’ll ask next time round
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