The first person style feels just like being there. In fact some parts remind me of the small house I rented from the Fort Chimo council in 1973 (sic).
Sélection du Reader's Digest. Mai 1976. Andalousie, flamme de l'Espagne p 44. Howard LaFaye (condensed from National Geographic)
Torremolinos is terrible according to the author by opposing it's classical Andalusian style to the endless hotels and restaurants (so many restaurants he calls Caille street "Hunger street"). I expect that after 30 years it has improved somewhat; but hasn't reverted to it's origins.
La semana sacrada, thursday night. Howard said that La Ronda (32 000 h) offers an authentic Procesión de silencio where nazarenos, candle in hand, mark the passage from Thrusday to Friday. At midnight, watch for the 8 tonne paso de la Mater dolorosa (float of flowers) hand carried by 100 costaleros (strong young men in chains) in step with the music. Listen for the sound of the links dragging over the cobblestone as they wind through the candle lit path to the Madre de Dios convent. Once there, the drum stops, they set the heavy burden down, grow still and a moniale (young girl at the cloister window) sings a saeta in her infinitely soft but harsh voice.
Au rythme du train 1859-1970. Alexander Reford. Les Publications du Québec.
I always wondered what went on inside as I drove past the Angus shops (closed in 1992). This book captures the age of rail travel in Québec. Heavily illustrated, it is full of noteworthy facts as well: in the winter they laid tracks across the Saint-Laurence for 4 years, because the Victoria bridge was owned by a competitor.
