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For this reason there is a regional air related to a lot of these images. People contemplating a bull fight in the old bull ring from high up in the terrazas of their houses. A flood of fans from prehistoric times – if we take for instance our present Super Deportivo -, heading towards Pontevedra Square or Rubine Avenue, or the stadium, some on motor bike, girlfriend on the back like an Italian neorealist film. An aura of an old film with some voyeur, all dressed up staring at the sun bathers on the crowded beach at Riazor, or the boys who could be gallants in a film from the era of the twist, or some sad boleros the colour of the times. Or those Vespas and Lambrettas all lined up on Cantón… Or the changing huts and the prudish bathers, and the frills of the ladies at the old Riazor…, or a totally rural Palavea, with it’s washing house, a bicycle – ah “the bicycle thief”! – leaning on the front door of the house-the women carrying water in barrels…!. There is even, if one looks carefully enough a dog delousing itself in the street and the many other curiosities and anecdotes of daily life…! Some times the historical or regional melt together to become a beautiful sentimental story, like in that poster announcing Raquel Meller from the old theatre on Linares Rivas, coinciding with the crowd gathered for a meeting, the Republican times of an agitated 1934.
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