Chanel and Shawn feature prominently in the Ruas Floridas and, apart from the sewing box transformation of my own street, have become my favourite installations. I think thirty-six streets are featured altogether. Day seven, and counting … two to go. I am looking forward to the sounds of silence – the same loop of Portuguese folk and pop music has been blaring through the speakers throughout town all day, every day. And most nights, except when there is a concert in the town square. The town has been overrun by hot tourists and is completely unrecognisable. The entrepreneurial freelance bottled water sellers (roaming the streets with their ingenious cooler-bag back packs) have been doing a roaring trade.
The sculptor, who knows everything about Redondo having lived here for eighteen years and who has seen many a decorated street in that time, tells me that this year’s installations are not as good as some other years. When I asked him what happens to the paper when it all comes to an end he said ‘You don’t want to know …’
What I have enjoyed most has been the shade that the paper decorations strung across the streets has created on these very hot days and the sound that the paper makes as it is ruffled by the breeze (one can imagine the sea). And people watching, always my favourite sport. I have loved the humour and the attention to detail in many of the displays. It is an interesting thing for a community to do. When I leave home at dawn it is the residents who are out with their brooms cleaning up. This street decorating tradition apparently started in the nineteenth century. I imagine that noise pollution was not a factor of life then.
So that was Coco-inspired. Here comes Shawn …
This translates as ‘Shawn’s Farm’
So that’s it for the sheep. Here are a few more details from the sewing box. The ironing board is right outside my door.
There is so much more. But as I said, these have become my favourites. I’m about to look at the installations all over again with friends who are due to arrive any minute so I might change my mind …