Marbella, the beautiful woman by the sea

I just got back from Marbella, Spain, where the weather is hot, the sun’s always shining and the colors are intense (at least in July).

For me, the South of Spain—Andalusia—conjures up my beloved Velasquez, García Lorca and of course the native son of Malaga, Picasso. It was my first time in this part of the country so I did the usual tourist things. The great hotels of Marbella looked empty under the sizzling sun; I loved all the local decors like Plaza Romano in Hotel Puente Romao:

Andalusia is the land of Flamenco (not to be confused with the pink bird flamingo) and these paintings by Fabian Perez, translate the passion of this dance into beautiful images:

But the real ladies of Spain were painted by my beloved Velasquez: the Infantas (daughters of a king of Spain, in this case Philip IV)— infanta Margarita who stared at me for years from a poster in my kitchen and infanta Maria Theresa who became the wife of Louis XIV and lived way longer than her poor sister, Margarita.

I will make a post about Velasquez and one about Goya, once I visit the Prado in Madrid, but for now this post should do. These ladies with these extremely wide panniers inspired me to do a little Velasquez of my own:

I even drew one on the walls of the majestic Villa Padierna…

Las Meninas are everywhere in Spain even on a couple of Spanish fans I bought!

I wrote this post listening for the nth time to the superb Miles Davies’ Sketches of Spain, one of his best works.

Now let me take you to old town Marbella. It is a maze of narrow streets with white houses, restaurants and Bougainvillea galore! For good food check out Da Bruno.

Lots of small shops offering completely unnecessary but fun stuff:

The blue hour (the sun sets at 10 pm in summer) is accompanied by a dizzying fragrance of flowers.

I especially liked the  300-year-old statue of the Virgin—Virgen de los dolores— surrounded by dazzling plants:

A fun thing to do was to go to the open air market, bustling with life and colors; my mother (below in the middle) and my cousins were busy making good deals:

Southern Spain is a polka dotted country and they start dancing flamenco early:

Seeing all the beautiful vegetables, the Southern Californian (read Mexican) in me couldn’t resist treating everybody to a homemade quesadilla:

I went south of the border in every detail even the beer:

The trick is lots of green onions!

A good meal with family and friends is one of the blessings we usually take for granted.

Now back in Spain again, I shouldn’t be impressed with flowers but these hibiscuses were a red that only Goya would have understood…

The Villa had a swimming pool, a shallow spanish tile pool, a lion head fountain and Sepideh, my cousin, did her best to model for me by all three!

She looks so authentically Spanish that she’s had gotten into fights with some people in Malaga who accused her of lying when she claims to be Persian; the fact that she speaks Spanish well has not helped!

Can’t resist a poem of Garcia Lorca (english first and then spanish):

Green, how I want you green.
Green wind. Green branches.
The ship out on the sea
and the horse on the mountain.
With the shade around her waist
she dreams on her balcony,
green flesh, her hair green,
with eyes of cold silver.
Green, how I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon,
all things are watching her
and she cannot see them.

Verde que te quiero verde.
Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar
y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura
ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Bajo la luna gitana,
las cosas la están mirando
y ella no puede mirarlas.

Spain is a beautiful woman…

Check out this clip for a passionate and seductive flamenco dance by Belen Maya and its vocal version, Cante Jondo or deep song.

Watch the legendary Antonio Gades dancing it to perfection here.

Listen to Miles’ Sketches of Spain here.

Watch Carlos Saura’s Iberia trailer here.

For the beautiful poem (in Spanish and English) I used in my infanta image, read Dave Bonta’s post here.

11 thoughts on “Marbella, the beautiful woman by the sea

  1. Dear Michele:
    Oh, this is my kind of post. My favorite places, my favorite music, Andalusia and flamenco, and my favorite photographer and writer, Michele. I loved it all. IF I where there probably I would frame the subjects as you did. You know the architecture of photography and that is why it makes your works alive, vibrant, and attractive. I like your poster, the poses of your cousin, and especially the fake mural graffiti is very smart.
    Thanks for sharing

  2. Beautiful post. Took me back there. While driving around, I noticed similarity between the sea roads out of Marbella and Highway One from Santa Barbara towards North. Love to stay a week there before the end of summer! You’re having fun. Good for you. Enjoy the culture and scenery.

  3. THank you Michèle for those fantastic pictures of your trip to South Spain!!!!I particularly enjoy watching Flamenco……so it was a real treat to hear and see those documents on youtube!
    Thank You again!

  4. Dordaneh joon,

    this is wonderful; you show me Marbella better than i know. i love the pictures, especially the one in Villa padierna. i am so grateful to share a few days with you here in Marbella.

  5. میشل عزیز، مثل همیشه زیبا و کم نظیر بود. توضیحاتی که پای هر عکس میدی ساده و دلنشین هستن و آدم به راحتی میتونه اون فضا رو مجسم و تداعی کنه.
    سربلند باشی عزیزم.
    !! 😀

  6. Wow, stunning pictures. I live here for a while already, but these photos show places that I have never seen before, amazing

  7. En lisant le nom de Marbella, j’ai eu peur. Cette cité balnéaire est en effet connue pour sa plage (“vamos a la playa”), ses hôtels standardisés, ses cohortes de touristes venus de l’Europe du Nord et qui s’ingénient à griller sous le soleil, bref tout ce que le tourisme de masse peut produire de repoussant.
    Heureusement,l’Espagne ne se résume pas à cela. J’étais moi-même à San Sebastian, belle ville offrant l’image d’une cité opulente ( beaucoup de banques) aux avenues ombragées par des palmiers mais plongeant brutalement dans l’Atlantique.
    L’Espagne est sans doute une “beautiful woman” mais il y a quelque chose qui me met mal à l’aise : c’est le pays où a été “inventée” la phrase suivante :”Viva la muerte”.

  8. If you set out on a journey let it be long
    wandering that seems to have no aim groping your way blindly

    so you learn the roughness of the earth not only with your eyes
    but by touch so you confront the world with your whole skin

    —Zbigniew Herbert, “Journey”

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