You must’ve noticed. The white flower shedding petals all over her flamenco dress, while the stubborn birthmark above her lip remains in place. Or the rhythmic clapping from the onlookers failing to choreograph their rogue, oversized earrings. Surely, you’ve observed their bare necks welcoming the late afternoon Seville sun, while pure Spanish dew slowly forms on their skin. Well, that’s only part of it. You really had to be there.

Seville, ES 2010