Moroccan Nikita's

Brussels on a cold Valentine's evening. I had made it to my favorite bookshop while I was killing some time before going to cinema. My hands were itching at the look and the touch of all these beautiful books, but since my wallet was painfully empty, I had to leave it for another time. On the days of my other Belgian life, I used to spend some Sundays at the librairie Filigranes , and loved leaving, feeling slightly guilty, with a much bigger shopping than the one book I came to buy. My visit on that Thursday was quick, just to check the shop was still there, for my future Sundays. I walked downhill and found it, this amazing independent-to-the-bone cinema, one of these magic places that make you wonder how on earth they manage to survive in this rough commercial world of ours. A must visit, if not by going there, at least here I had been invited by my fellow A B to see her friend's (Sabrina Calmels) documentary "The Grand Scheme", following t...

My mission was completed as I found the flamenco artists we were looking for and was glad my guess was right:  the person I searched the musicians for loved the twin Flamenco Heavies. I had a tremendous time in Jerez, unsurprisingly, since I was never bored with gypsies. I managed escaping to Burtuqal, taking a walk in the sand and a long look at my beautiful Atlantic ocean. I finally went to Granada and I have to make three statements:     When arriving to Granada, I had like a déja vu, since the surroundings and the snow white peaks of Sierra Nevada behind the city look very similar to the Atlas behind Marrakesh... No wonder the Moors established  such a city there.. when they arrived they thought they were home!     I was told that the Moors had been pushed out some five centuries ago. It was a lie, they never left! I saw them in all the locals' faces.    When I visited the Alhambra, as much I was blown away, I have to say (and it s...