In the lovely Maria Luisa Park in Seville is a monument to the Spanish poet Gustavo Adolfo Becquer and his poem Amor Eterno (Eternal Love). The statue depicts three women symbolizing the three states of love, excited love, possessed love and love lost. Behind them are two bronze pieces, ‘wounded love’ and ‘love hurts’ and a lifesize statue of the poet Becquer. The group of female figures is sculpted from a single piece of marble.
Glorieta de Becquer – Monument was constructed in 1911 by Lorenzo Coullaut-Valera, in collaboration with the architect Juan Talavera Heredia and Catalan sculptor Federico Bechini.
The Cypress tree around which the monument is located was planted in 1850, according to some, and in 1870 according to others, and it is one of the individual trees of the Parque de Maria Luisa. The monument can be found along the Avenue de Becquer at the roundabout of the same name.
View from the other side with statue of the poet Becquer and the two bronze figures with the seated females.
Hundreds of trees line the avenues with exotic touches provided by colourful tiled benches and Moorish fountains and pools and there are numerous seats around the park and the famous monument from which to enjoy this beautiful green space close to the River Guadalquivir..
The park was the site of the Expo 29, which had the Plaza de Espana as its centrepiece. My favourite way to see the park is to take a carriage ride through it – and yes, I know it’s a bit touristy and kitschy but nevertheless, it is a magical way to view this park. Large enough never to feel crowded, it is also a delightful place for a quiet stroll, a kids’ runabout, or a boat ride. A more energetic option is a bike for four with sunshade – the front seats have belts to strap wriggly young children in safely. They are for hire in the road opposite Plaza de España.
I’ve received some excellent images from the Granada Tourist Board to illustrate the post uploaded earlier todayand it has been edited to show these. I have also included a video I have found which I think is very interesting.
If you have read the first one but wish to see some more photographs, please click here.
The name Ian Gibson, authority on Spain’s greatest poet, Federico García Lorca, came up in a discussion with Marie over at HopsSkipsandJumps, and reminded me of my trip to visit Lorca’s village in Fuente Vaqueros near Granada. It is many years since I visited it but the memory lives on, and I still remember the heat, the stillness of the afternoon, and the sound of distant flamenco, all of which embody the spirit of the poet. Unfortunately, the photographs I took then were among those that got corrupted when my hard drive crashed some time ago but the Granada Tourist Board has been extremely helpful in providing me with a selection of images for which I am eternally grateful.
One of the tutors on the language course in Granada that I was on at that time said to me “The Alhambra is our soul, but Lorca is our heart” and I think this is true.
Granada did indeed have a deep influence on the adolescent Spanish playwright and poet and it was the Granadinos who first recognised his genius and his gift for a lyrical poetry that reflected the passion and pain of Andalucia. The landscape and the people who form the backdrop to his rural tragedies and his earlier poems lie in the villages of the Vega – the vast plains that surround Granada – and in places such as Fuente Vaqueros where he was born and where he spent his first 11 years.
Lorca’s Childhood Home now a Museum – the only one of my photos that survived.
Fuente Vaqueros is a village of postcard-like simplicity and when I visited, the only sound at midday was the slap of dominoes coming from an inky bar hidden behind a beaded curtain. Old man sat in the shade of the poplar trees on one side of the plaza, while the aged women of the town, las viejas, dressed in black as if they have strayed from the playwright’s House of Bernarda Alba, were busy with their looms on the opposite side. Sitting at the Bar Lorca with a copita, is an ideal way to spend an afternoon.
From the workers in the olive groves that surround the village came faint snatches of the wailing, minor-keyed cante jondo, the song full of pain which Lorca captured in Gypsy Ballads and Poems of Cante Jondo. This is España Verdad – the true Spain – where Lorca found the passionate, gitano soul of Andalucía and put it into the poetic form that revolutionised Spanish theatre in the thirties.
La Fuente, as it is known locally, is a gracious little town with a maze of narrow cobblestoned streets and alleyways. At one time this area formed part of the Kingdom of Al-Andalus and eight centuries of Moorish influence are still obvious in the whiteness of the houses, the barred windows and the flower-filled courtyards glimpsed through open doors.
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The street where Federico was born has been renamed Calle Poeta García Lorca and the house in which he spent his childhood has been transformed into a Museum. It is small with few objects to demand your attention, but in the converted upstairs granary there is a fascinating collection of photographs, manuscripts and curiosities covering the poet’s life, in particular his time in New York. If you feel you’ve seen too many castles and cathedrals in Spain, this unpretentious, sparsely furnished house with its idiosyncratic collection of papers is a delight.
Escultura de Federico García Lorca ubicada en el Paseo del Prado de Fuente Vaqueros, Granada.Escultura de Federico García Lorca ubicada en el Paseo del Prado de Fuente Vaqueros, Granada.The sculpture of Federico García Lorca in Fuente Vaqueros Photos provided by Granada Tourist Board
Across the street from the museum and facing the plaza is the monument erected to the poet by Cayetano Anibal, and if you sit on the stone seat in front of the monument, with just a little suspension of disbelief, it is possible to see the square as Lorca saw it – a meadow full of wild flowers, grasses and lizards. Here he watched the women wash clothes in the fountain; here it was he absorbed the speech and the rhythms that were to energise his plays in later years; and here it was he learned to identify with the victims of a stifling tradition.
Museo Casa-Natal de Federico García Lorca en Fuente Vaqueros (Granada). Rincón del patio con el pozo.Lorca (photo from WikiCommons) on left and Photo from Granada Tourist Board on right
Lorca was assassinated by Franco’s Nationalist troops shortly after the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War in 1936, executed at a spot between Viznar and Alfacar. The place where he and fellow victims were shot is now the Parque Federico García Lorca, especially created to preserve their memory. If you are in Spain in August you may care to join the pilgrimage to this place with others who meet here at this time of year on the anniversary of his death.
The olive tree near the village of Alfacar, beside which Lorca was said to have been shot, now disputed although it remains a site of homage. Photo: Graham Beards, CC BY-SA 3.0 WikiCommons.
Attempts have been made to recover his body from sites associated with his murder in August 1936 but without success, something that perhaps reflects the buried and unsettled legacy of the civil war. Excavations in Alfacar in 2009 in the Parque Federico García Lorca failed to locate his body, but close to the olive tree indicated by some as marking the location of the grave, there is a stone memorial to the poet/playwright and all other victims of the Civil War, and at the Barranco de Viznar, between Viznar and Alfacar, there is a memorial stone bearing the words “Lorca eran todos, 18-8-2002” (“All were Lorca”). The Barranco de Viznar is the site of mass graves thought by some to be another possible location of the poet’s remains.
His work and his memory were stifled under the claustrophobic rule of the dictator Franco until approximately 1957 when his works were once again open to the Spanish public, but in his own land he is now, again, hailed as a genius. His plays are as relevant today as they were in the thirties, their passion and pain as accessible now as they were then.
Meantime, the heartland of the ancient Kingdom of Granada, the cante jondo of the poems, remains the land of Lorca.
N.B. On July 17, 1936, a forty-three-year-old general named Francisco Franco launched a military rebellion against Spain’s legitimately elected government. Three days later Granada was seized by a cabal of military officers. In the three-year civil war that ensued, Franco and his ultranationalist Falangists received military assistance from Hitler and Mussolini. More than half a million Spaniards died before the Republic succumbed and Franco formally initiated his dictatorship in April, 1939. It lasted until his death, in 1975.
Facts:
Lorca’s House and Museum – Tel 00 34 (9)58 516453
Fiesta of Flamenco & Poetry on Lorca’s Birthday: June 5th – Tel 00 34 (9)58 446101
Essential Reading (apart from Lorca’s work of course)
Ian Gibson: Federico García Lorca: A Life (Faber & Faber)
Ian Gibson: The Assassination of Federico García Lorca (Penguin)
Ian Gibson: Lorca’s Granada (Faber & Faber): This is a great guide book to Granada as it takes you on ten routes, step by step from his birthplace to the site of his execution outside the city via the poets best-loved places in Granada.
For the politics of Spain during the Civil War and since, anything by Peter Preston is to be recommended.
The Granada Tourist Board has an specific website devoted to Lorca and it is well worth a browse. www.universolorca.com,
Meanwhile, this video will be enjoyed by those interested in seeing images of Lorca’s life in the 1920’s and early 1930’s with people like Dali, de Falla and other artistes of that time. The few seconds of adverts at the beginning and towards the end can be quickly deleted. Do watch to the end, it’s brilliant. The video is sound-tracked by a Leonard Cohen song.
What better place to start Steps and Stairs with than The Spanish Steps in Rome.
The Spanish Steps, Rome
Still in Italy, it’s a steep walk to the top of the amphitheatre in Verona during the Opera Festival there but that’s where the budget seats are, obviously. I’ve sat up there – when I was much younger – but I’ve also had the luxury of the lower seats too, and I know which I prefer!
The Amphitheatre, Verona
And now for something completely different, as they say. Ad hoc steps for swimmers in Syracuse in Sicily, used as sun-bathing platforms as well and looking pretty dangerous to me.
Steps for Swimmers in Syracuse in Sicily
Still in Sicily, below is the Teatro Massimo in Palermo, the 3rd largest Opera House in Europe. Film buffs will know these steps as the setting for the scene in The Godfather, Part III, where the godfather’s beloved daughter is shot dead, one of Al Pacino’s great moments among many in the series. The interior of the theatre was also the setting for the closing scenes and backstage tours are on offer.
Teatro Massimo, Palermo, Sicily
Across now to Japan, to Hiroshima, where we see school-children on the steps of the Motoyasu River that runs through the Peace Park. They are having a history lesson on the bombing of the city and the consequences for the world.
Schoolchildren in the Peace Park at Hiroshima, Japan
And lastly, there may be many more of Angkor Wat but I never tire of looking at the shrines here and remembering the 3 days I spent in and around the site, loving every minute I was there.
Palermo Cathedral (Sicily) and detailThe Victorian Christchurch, Sandown, Isle of Wight, UK (consecrated 1847)
St. Michael’s Cathedral, Lucca, Italy
Notre Dame, Rouen, France
Two famous Isle of Wight churches: Left – the 14th-15th century All-Saints church at Godshill and Right – the 12th century St. Mary’s church at Brading
Mention Dijon and you think of mustard, right? But did you know that the bulk of the mustard seed is now imported from Canada, due to worldwide demand for the spicy condiment. And that the mustard comes in pink, green, black, and tawny-yellow – the gritty one as the kids call it – the one we are most familiar with.
Medieval Dijon
There’s no doubt that the town lives on its mustard: virtually every shop sells the stuff. It’s the obvious souvenir to take home and the best shop for this is the well known and signposted, La Boutique Maille. The shop-owners have made it easy to find the mustard by laying a easy to follow Dijon shopping trail, just follow the brass owls laid into the pavements and you can’t miss a mustard shop! Or if you are there at the weekend, visit the Friday and Saturday markets where stalls selling the hot stuff offer intriguing flavours like Strawberry and Orange.
Dijon is more than just mustard, however: it is one of France’s great Museum cities and what’s more, all of them offer free entry! It is a medieval town with some wonderful architecture, and as the capital of Burgundy it is an ideal base for touring this famous wine region. There were over 100 hotels there at my last count as well as a number of B & Bs and some lovely “chateau hotels” tucked away in vineyards in the area of Beaune and Chablis.
Palais des Ducs and Museum of Fine Arts
Palace by PhillipedeDijon – Pixabay
This lovely old town many of whose buildings date back to before the Renaissance escaped heavy bombing during the Second World War. Some of the buildings are now Museums (the town offers seven in all) and among them is the Palais des Ducs famed as much for its interior as for its exhibits, and home to the magnificent Museum of Fine Arts one of France’s oldest museums (1787). In its 50 rooms of priceless treasures dating from antiquity to modern day are fabulous works by Yan Pei-Ming, Monet, Manet and other renowned artists, along with jewels of 15th century funerary art, the tombs of Philip the Bold and John the Fearless – extraordinary, lifelike statues held up by incredibly detailed Mourners.
Gargoyles on Church of Our Lady of Dijon by Christine Dautin, Pixabay
You could spend an entire day in the Palais des Ducs but I would recommend giving some of the treasures there a miss and exploring more of what the other museums and churches offer. Don’t miss the exterior of the Gothic Notre Dame de Dijon, its gargoyles never fail to raise a smile, although they are rather high up for good viewing.
Musée de la Vie Bourguignonne
One of my favourites and I would suggest that if you can squeeze in a visit to the quirky Museum of Burgundian Life you won’t be disappointed. The reconstructions of 19th and early 20th century Burgundian shops are really special – millinery shops, photographers, pharmacists and others, all filled with bits and pieces from the day.
Chateau on the Hill
Le Consortium
A contemporary art venue in a former Cassis factory, Le Consortium houses more than 400 pieces dating mainly from the 1970s. It’s something rather different and the selection gives food for thought. Le Consortium publishes around 50 art books a year and if you like books you should not miss this shop with moveable bookshelves and reading area.
Maison Millièrre
This half timbered house dating to 1483 is not strictly a Museum but it is well worth a visit. Built 9 years before Christopher Columbus discovered America it has featured in the film Cyrano de Bergerac starring Gerard Depardieu. It’s courtyard is filled with plants and frescoes and there is a tea room and wine bar downstairs and a restaurant upstairs plus a shop selling local products and souvenirs. Find it at 10, rue de la Chouette, right by the magic owl of Dijon!
The Hospices de Beaune
Hospices de Beaune
Not far from Dijon and a must-see is the Hospices de Beaune dating back to the late Middle Ages whose Gothic architecture is considered to be one of the best examples of its time. Originally founded in 1443 as an almshouse and hospital for the region’s poorest people, it is one of the country’s most important historical monuments with its massive courtyard, turrets, colourful roof tiles and the vast, echoing interiors of the Room of the Poor.
Beaune – Les Hospices
There are other museums worth a visit and if time allows the City Library is recommended, but I choose the above because visiting them still allows time for strolling in some of Dijon’s parks as well, like the elegant Garden of the Fountain Creek Ouche and the Gresilles Park which are within easy walking distance and have picnic lawns.
Dijon Statues: Warrior by Marabu. Bear Statue by Galletbea, both Pixabay
Dijon is one of those perfect places that offers food for the soul as well as the body, a compact, accessible town right in the rich heart of the major vineyards of Beaune, Chablis, Macon, and Fleury. Kir is the drink associated with the town, a drink composed of the blackcurrant liqueur Cassis and white wine (purists insist on a Sancerre) and available at any bar and restaurant. The ultimate though, is the Kir Royale, the same Cassis but this time served with the sparkling white wine of Burgundy, a Cremant which many people prefer to champagne.
Cellar entrance at one of the Vineyards in the region
It is 10.00 pm and I’m standing outside the walls of Lucca waiting for the coach to take me to the Opera. My modest attire stands out among the Italians who are, as usual, dressed to kill, the bling, puffery and beautiful people determined to show la bella figura to the world of music. We are on our way to the annualPuccini Festivalin Torre del Lago, a celebration of Italian grand opera dedicated to the maestro of emotion and the town’s favourite son.
Our coach arrives and twenty minutes later we arrive at Torre del Lago in a tropical storm which is whipping the waters of the lake into white froth and making music in the palm trees. It doesn’t bode well for the open-air performance of Madame Butterfly tonight. No one seems to be worrying, though. Lambrettas buzz between cars and coaches, incredibly glamorous couples link arms and head for the restaurants and bars, and a couple of policemen, rain dripping off their smart blue capes, blow whistles and wave their white-gloved hands cheerily at the crowds.
Image by Marco Pomello at Pixabay
On the way to the open-air Theatre we pass the composer’s villa from where he conducted his illicit affairs and from where he exited in his super fast cars and we saw the lake on which he loved to hunt the wild fowl.
The skies are darkening but the rain seems to be slacking off. ‘No problem’ seems to be the consensus, just a shower, it will soon blow over. Nevertheless, the ticket collector gives everyone a plastic poncho as we take our seats before the overture to the opera. There’s a cool breeze drifting across from the lake.
Opera House at Torre del Lago
Overture over we settle down to watch Madame Butterfly: everyone has joined in humming along with the orchestra but no one seems to mind so I join in too. I think “This is what it should be like, why can’t we do this at the Garden, or the Coliseum” before realising why we can’t (can you see the glares, the pursed lips, hear the hssts, the shushes)?
This is not at all like an opera performance back in the UK but it is certainly akin to the one I’m familiar with from E.M. Forster’s “A Room with a View” or was it “Where Angels Fear top Tread”? But in Italy, especially at outdoor performances, the enjoyment of the opera-loving Italians – even the jean-clad teenagers – is both vocal and loud. Torre del Lago is a more intimate setting than some open-air opera venues in Italy and people are talking together as if they’ve known each other for years, swapping sticky cakes and coffee from flasks.
All operas have drama but Butterfly has more – it has romance, race, class, opposing cultures, unrequited love, betrayal, and a tragic death. It is beautifully costumed, the hero in his white naval uniform is dashing, and Butterfly herself is perfect in voice and movement – especially the way she uses her fan.
Image by Rosalie from Pixabay
Puccini’s emotional music always makes me cry. My tears start during the overture as the plaintive notes hit my heart, but this time we have the rain which dampens my emotions somewhat.
As the music swells and the drama unfolds, so the weather undermines our engagement with the stage. Hoods up and enveloped in rustling plastic we try to keep our spirits up. We know we should leave but we can’t tear ourselves away. Then, as Cio-Cio-San (Butterfly) launches into her big aria, the lead violin gets up and walks away, taking his violin with him. The rest of the orchestra look on, unsure, then slowly, the second violin gets up and does likewise and then a steady trickle of musicians abandon the orchestra pit and follow. Cio-Cio-San continues her aria (I’ve started so I’ll finish) but eventually she gathers up her skirts, picks up her fan, and leaves the stage.
Puccini statue in Lucca and Poster for the Puccini Museum
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So, we didn’t get to see the big death scene. We didn’t get to see Lieutenant B.F. Pinkerton’s return with his new American wife, or the desolation of Cio-Cio-San and her servant, Suzuki: the skies opened, the rain poured down and the management said they would have to close. We all ran for our transport back to Lucca.
Does it sound like a bad evening? It was one of the best evenings I’ve ever had at the opera. I shall never forget that performance of Madame Butterfly and the warm feeling of being among people who had opera as background to everyday life, people who loved the art form passionately and above all, people who weren’t afraid to laugh and cry openly.
Nominated by my namesake Marie, at Hops, Skips and Jumps for the 10 Travel Photos in Ten Days challenge, this Challenge involves posting one favourite travel picture for each day and nominating ten bloggers – that’s 10 travel pictures and 10 nominations in ten days. Lucky there’s no text required so I may make it to Day 10 despite Covid and Christmas
It’s hard to decide whether I like a picture because I think it is good or because it reminds me of happy times – sometimes it’s both and that’s a plus.
So today I nominate Linda at meanderingmyway and I hope she can find time to join in the challenge. If you do decide you can join, and I hope you can, please ping me back and let me know but there’s no pressure to join if you can’t manage it.