Over at the bullring, we find Elvira Madigan, which is to say a cheesy flamenco take on the slow movement of Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 21 in C major, K467. Do not mock: "Elvira Madigan (December 4, 1867 – July 20, 1889) was a Danish tightrope walker and trick rider, whose illicit affair and dramatic death at the hands of her lover were the subject of a famous Swedish film from 1967". So she would have certainly felt at home in this home of sport-lovers, "where bull and horse run even to a singular architecture without paragon in any other part of the world, unalterable to the passing of time." That Fermín Bohórquez has "a mount capable of dancing with a pretty Andalusian woman" does not mean that he would object to it dancing with a dazzling Dane, even if over at Activities she might regretfully have been informed that rejoneo is for gentlemen only.
So all well and fuckèd--even Scheherazade might have blanched at the howlers committed here--but just don't drink any of their produce: "Old oak boots keep a treasure, the Sherry wine that the Bohórquez Family raises and keeps with zeal for the great occasions."
Due to this blogger's inefficiency we're now a fortnight away from December 1st, World AIDS Day. But if you want to help children in southern Africa who have been orphaned or made vulnerable by HIV/AIDS, then you can donate to Starfish Greathearts Foundation at any time. Like now, for example. Think of it as an early Christmas present.
I rather liked the translation of the Swedish ballad in Wikipedia:
Unhappy things still happen.
Even in our time,
Saddest of all is this
What happened to Elvira Madigan.
Lovely was she as an angel:
Eyes of blue and cheeks of red,
Waist as slender as a flower;
But she got a cruelly dead.
What an bad girl she must have been, to run away Lieutenant Count Bengt Edvard Sixten Sparre, who was married:
But, you see, their cash ran out,
Nought to live on!
To avoid poverty’s fate
Home they built inside a grave.