"The audience in Seville’s Casa de la Guitarra is crammed in like a football crowd at a Barcelona-Real Madrid game, but it doesn’t seem to matter. All eyes are on the stage where the singer, dancer and guitarist have fused to create a wall of emotion so intense you could practically light a cigarette with it.
Shoes clack, the guitarist’s hand disappears in a blur of strumming, the singer lets loose a long agonising wail; and then suddenly it’s over and all you’re left with is the faint echo of the final chord and the feeling that something profound has transpired."
Brendan Sainsbury, lonelyplanet.com
Estafanía Martínez
We go for Tapas, on Moisés recommendation, to Azotea Santa Cruz at Mateos Gago 8, Sevilla 41004 and it's excellent.
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