Sitting in the main plaza looking out at this Spanish late night world. In Fremantle we’d be at least brushing teeth and preparing for bed at 10.30 pm. Here we’re watching kids tearing around on scooters, some wailing as they fall off, toddlers crying, and heated conversations from the adults sitting with beers and wine and food. Older people no quietly observing.

A father shoots across the plaza following a boy on his scooter. A woman picks up a screaming child. Two older women wheel another across the plaza. Someone walks by arm in arm with an old man needing help to walk.

We move to a restaurant upstairs. I watch from another window as a wheelchair is pushed over the crossing below. A single red car drives by. The plaza is quietening.

11 o’clock on a week night in a small town and street life is shutting down . But all the generations have been out together, making a noise and having fun.

And I’ll write from another Spanish window next blog.