Mi Calle Flamenca

As the full moon rises and casts its silver light on the narrow cobblestone streets of old Sevilla, Flamenco dancers and guitarists gather under a street light for a night of Flamenco. Staccato footwork and wildly strumming guitars punctuate the night; serpentine arms and whirling bodies cast their shadows on the street to the guitars’ driving rhythm. A night of gypsy fire, duende, and abandon swells to a frenzy until bodies and emotions are spent.