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Discovering the Carbonería in Seville, Spain
It is a balmy Andalusian evening. You and your closest friends are wandering the bougainvillea-lined streets of Santa Cruz, Seville’s quaint historical district. After a round of tapas and Rioja you don’t think the evening can get much better, but you’re wrong. Your Sevillano friend steps into a quaint bar in run down, whitewashed building. Thinking it’s time for another helping of jamón serrano, you are bewildered when he walks straight to the back of the room, ducks into a broom closet…and pulls you in after him. He takes you farther and farther into the dark, down a narrow passage, parts a velvety curtain, and with a flourish presents to you the most fabulous bar you’ve ever seen! The space is cavernous. Narrow steel tables stretch into the distance, crowded with stylish Spaniards packed shoulder to shoulder, smoking, drinking, seeing and being seen. You belly up to the bar and order a pitcher of the fruity, frothy house special, and while away the evening talking, laughing, and taking in spontaneous outbursts of flamenco.
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- Jossie McManus There really are no words to describe a flamenco in Spain
