Muelle Uno, Malaga, 2012

I have just realised that this time last year I was planning to be on my way to the Gnaoua Festival in Morocco in a couple of months. I stopped in Malaga, Spain for a few days en route, and enjoyed walking around the costly architectural games that had been played down by the old harbour. I wonder how many years it will be before this kind of adventure will be perceived as affordable again. It may be decades, and the experiments like this one, and  those in Valencia, for example, will possibly come to feel less ephemeral as they, hopefully, endure, and are not left behind as the next novelty captures the attention. 

Malaga, June 2012