Saturday, 18 June 2016

More open air musical delight

It's been cooler than usual for mid June, this past few days, and this has made sleeping at night a lot pleasanter. There can be a cooling breeze on occasions during the day also, which makes walking around more congenial as well. After breakfast, we headed out to re-fuel the car and visit Lidl's to do our weekend shopping, before it got too busy or hotter. Then I walked into San Salvador Church for today's wedding blessing at noon. I met the new parish priest Fr Jose-Maria, and had a brief conversation with him over arrangements for the ceremony. He was very helpful. His accent wasn't as strong as his predecessor, so it was easier for me to understand him. A minor morale boosting achievement.

The couple had been together several years and had two small children. Fifteen of their closest family members were there to support them. They'd married civilly in the UK last month, and had been planning a wedding blessing here for a long time, being regular visitors, with an eye on moving here to live and work once the children are through primary school. It was good to see that they'd thought carefully through doing things this way, and didn't want to pretend that they were doing it exactly the way it would be done in the UK. Such a conscious decision on their part made this a refreshing change for me.

After the ceremony, I waited in the square for Clare to arrive for another tapas lunch at Biznaga. A man was busking, singing his own interesting variations of many Beatles and Elton John standards, while accompanying himself with exceptional skill on an electric guitar. No backing track, or drum machine, or reverb pedal, just sheer polished musical artistry, pleasure to listen to, as a sat sipping a beer and eating olives. Clare wanted to eat inside, so grudgingly I moved tables, to place where I couldn't hear nearly so well against the background of meals being served, but it was good while it lasted. Sadly, I never found out who he was. There's such a lot of amazing talent out there, and out here some marvellous open air performance spaces for enjoying music.

In the evening, the only thing worth watching was the last double episode of French crimmie 'La Disparucion' on BBC Four. I guessed the final plot twist beforehand. As so often happens in real life, perpetrator and victim knew each other and were member of the same family. A fight turns into a tragic fate, covered up by lies and deception, leading to more avoidable deaths. 'Oh what a crooked web we weave, if first we practice to deceive.' 

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