Here‘s a good bunch of Pontevedra photos by Colin Davies chronicling the frenzied destruction of those not-particularly-interesting buildings that nevertheless make Spain look the way it looks. If your dwelling is in a pre-1850 zone, then the chance is that things will stay more or less the way they are, but most everything from the century thereafter is being converted with all possible speed into identikit blocks of concrete and cardboard. Where people in small towns a hundred years ago were disturbed by wagons rolling in early for market, Spaniards today tend to be awoken by the somewhat subtler but distinctly less enticing sound of the guy next door–or further–enjoying a deep and meaningful crap.
- Boom and bust suicide myths
The Spanish property crash and 1929. With an anecdote of a frustrated rural hanging.
- Singing tonight
We are on at el Mercat de les Flors at around 1am, so do come along and make some noise. Over
- Visit Pontevedra, you can’t miss it
From Colin Davies, who I suppose might be prepared to fix Turismo de Pontevedra‘s problems on an ongoing basis in return
- Name that novel
Adelante: ‘Ice e-skating,’ said Marta.‘Ice skating,’ said Domingo.‘Ice e-skating.’‘No, no. No e. Ice skating. Try it again.’Marta hesitated.‘Go on!’‘Ice es-kating,’ she
- Dogs’ bollocks
A 16th century recipe you may not want to try at home.