In which our heroine discovers that the best things in life are free.
On the last day in Barcelona, I was strolling the heights of Parc Güell when I heard the most sublime music ever---it was jazzy and ethereal at the same time. I couldn't imagine what instruments could produce those sounds! Following the park's sinuous paths to the source of the music, I joined the spellbound group of listeners. Here is what we saw:
And here is what it sounded like, that hang drum, that clarinet, that kora, played by those so talented men:
and: Beautiful, no? Another night we went to a pricey performance of flamenco music at el Tablao de Carmen. It was the dinner theater version of flamenco---touristy and soulless. Making flamenco soulless---that's quite a feat.