Whilst visiting an island in the Balearics I was side-lined into a party involving a heady mix of old friends, acquaintances and strangers. Except for a few, none were native to this corner of the globe with its gentle pace.
They descended like locusts; unhinged, hell bent on consuming from every orifice they could find. Whilst listening and watching them perform their rituals I was accosted by what could only be described as an inaudible madam whose understanding of discretion left with the last of her customers. The sort that can only hear her own voice and the boxes she must tick.
‘Why Valencia?’ she asked ‘why on earth did you choose to move to Valencia?’
‘The light’ I replied. ‘It has the most beautiful light.’
‘How ridiculous’ she bellowed, her forked tongue lashing against her teeth as she slurped on her cocktail. ‘You could say that about any Spanish city’.
This was followed by a cackle not dissimilar to a battle cry and she was off proclaiming what a fool I was.
Well, here we are, a week or two after the ‘reaping’ and I decided to answer the question. So ‘Madam Z’, you know who you are, rather than asking you to listen, a fruitless task, I have prepared a visual feast celebrating my new home.
I have taken the trouble to invite fellow Valencians to share their visual dishes. People who live passionately, with sensitivity. Valencians by birth and some who have been adopted by this fair maiden.
Photo by Carmen Carbonell
Big skies in Valencia City.
A city of stark contrasts all sharing the same golden hue.
And so, we have come to the beginning of the story….