Cracking the celluloid ceiling, one day at a time.
It’s been very grey and rainy these last few days in Paris. This morning, just to cheer myself up a bit, I flicked through some sunny of photographs of Madrid, where I lived for seven months until the March of this year. I’m particularly fond of this photograph, so thought I would share it.
I took this picture one morning in early September 2012, at a flamenco school found above Antón Martín Market in Madrid’s old quarter, El Barrio de las Letras. This was my neighbourhood and I visited the market regularly. If you go there to buy your fruit, you can always hear the rhythmic stamping and clicking of dancers’ feet through the ceiling above.