Phlogging a dead house

Trevor @ Friday September 15th 2006 12:50

Here’s a good bunch of Pontevedra photos by Colin Davies chronicling the frenzied destruction of those not-particularly-interesting buildings that nevertheless make Spain look the way it looks. If your dwelling is in a pre-1850 zone, then the chance is that things will stay more or less the way they are, but most everything from the century thereafter is being converted with all possible speed into identikit blocks of concrete and cardboard. Where people in small towns a hundred years ago were disturbed by wagons rolling in early for market, Spaniards today tend to be awoken by the somewhat subtler but distinctly less enticing sound of the guy next door–or further–enjoying a deep and meaningful crap.


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