A Saturday morning in malaga
We had a meeting with a gallery in Malaga the other day who will represent Paul on a German art fair next year in Karlsruhe.
You never go to Malaga for just one thing. Getting side tracked is its greatest asset. We parked in the parking of Plaza de La Merced which is the best option whilst the road works for the metro are going on in the rest of the centre. From the Plaza you walk straight into the centre either via the Teatro de Cervantes or via the Calle de Acazabilla/ Calle Granada.
We had a coffee with Javier Roman around the corner from his gallery by the Cervantes Theater and then went on to Restaurante Vino Mio to study the space that they offered to exhibit some of Paul’s works.
Now that we were in Málaga it seemed like a good opportunity to check out the Revello de Toro museum. We saw his works exhibited in Barcelona a long time ago but heard that they were now collected in the restored home and workshop of the 17th century sculptor Pedro de Mena.
Revello is known for his portraits of mostly the women in his life and the way he captures the light. Surprisingly we were the only visitors, the entrance fee of only €2,50 makes it really worth the visit even if you are not necessarily interested in art or the artist. The house, hidden in a side street, is beautifully restored with its typical central patio.
Walking back to the car a serene feeling came over me with the sound of a distant flute and guitar music. After the noisy city bustle it felt as if we were walking into a historical oasis with the Alcazaba castle and the Roman theater as a backdrop. People talking, listening, reading, just sitting quietly. Such a beautiful scene. Why is it that everything becomes a story when there is music to frame the moment?
This city never stops to surprise me, clearly not only me, it has become an extremely popular city break. Malagueños have the duende to carry this popularity with pride without letting the tourists take over.
There was a spot free on a sunny corner and we ordered a Málaga Victoria beer. A group of glamorous Malagueñas walked by dressed for a wedding, their heels clicking on the city stones, their hats casting a shadow on their faces in a way only Revello can capture on canvas.
We are offered a lottery ticket by a gypsy woman, who, as they do, throw around poetic compliments to cajole people into buying. I told her we never buy the lottery because being lucky in love automatically rules out our luck in gambling.
No señora. Si tienen suerte en el amor es que tienen suerte en todo. (No madam, if you are lucky in love you are lucky with everything)
She’s right. We bought the ticket.
When we got back to La Tierra we ran into our current guests who just returned from a visit to Monda and were on their way out to Alboka Gastro for a late lunch in Mijas Pueblo.
Such a luxury to be close to everything but away from it all.
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