I have discovered that about nine or ten days is my limit on traveling alone, I simply get tired of my own company. I was therefore grateful when after finishing dinner at a small restaurant in Seville, a young woman who had also eaten alone, approached me and asked if I spoke english and did I have plans for the evening.
She was Australian, in Seville for the first time and had tracked down a Flamenco place that is not on the tourist circuit. We decided to try it and after wandering down some narrow streets we arrived at 2 large, red, barn doors with no signs whatsoever. Inside was a large open space with wooden benches and a small stage, and behind that a lovely, cool, old courtyard with tables and chairs and huge trees.
After discovering that the show would not start until 11pm, we ordered sangria and whiled away the time chatting.
Once the show started the first act was a male singer with a very soulful voice who was accompanied by guitar and the clapping of the women who was to dance later. Then it was her turn. She was a woman around 40,not a beautiful, young, willowy girl, but the passion and earthiness of her performance was stunning.
A wonderful evening was provided by a chance encounter and the willingness of one stranger to approach another.
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