Usually, Fridays are reserved for travel photos inspired by #FriFotos on Twitter. But the theme of this week’s Photo Friday is CURVES, so I thought it was a perfect time to show this clip from a flamenco show at Las Tablas in Madrid.
Madrid is a late night town – and I knew when I was there for a few days in September that I wanted to check out a flamenco show. Because I was there on my own, I wanted to find a place that wasn’t too expensive and was within safe walking distance of my hotel, the Melia Madrid Princesa, in the mostly residential Arguelles neighborhood.
My search turned up Las Tablas, in Plaza Espana. I chose it for the location, close to my hotel, and because you didn’t have to buy a full meal to get a good seat. On Sundays, shows are only held at 10 p.m., which seemed perfect to help me acclimate to Madrid’s late night schedule (there’s an 8 p.m. show Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays). While it’s a good idea to make a reservation on the weekends, I showed up without one – and was able to get a good seat right in the front when a couple didn’t show.
I liked the space, which reminded me of a performance gallery that you’d find in Brooklyn’s Williamsburg or Seattle’s Capitol Hill. Tickets to the show were 27 Euro, with a one drink minimum. The rest of the audience consisted of couples and groups of girlfriends, but I didn’t feel strange being there by myself. The staff spoke English fluently.
The show lasted about an hour, with the male and female performers alternating between solos and dances together as a couple. I absolutely loved the music, which sounded soulful and haunting. The only thing that threw me off was the hair on the male dancer. Long and curly with a little too much hair gel, it reminded me of a style that a bad 1970s rock star might have. Someone like Gino Vanelli (anyone remember him?) The opposite of sex, in my opinion. But the woman’s moves, and the way that she made her dress fly around her curves, made up for it.
The show ended in plenty of time for me to grab a late night meal (Madrid hours, remember?) I left exhilarated by the music and sad that my husband hadn’t been there to share it with me. He would have loved it. Next time.