It’s only Thursday but there’s already an air of expectation, and more movement in this plaza. I was woken this morning by what sounded like major demolition, but it was only two huge trucks, a large trolley staked high with crates and two men trying to manoeuvre the trucks in the narrow space while walkers squeezed past. The two men were issuing directions to each other.

My room looks down on the passage to the Plaza de la Corredera and actually I love it, and the sounds of people passing, buying ice creams in the place directly opposite or just talking, and arguing later at night.

But I suspect another level of activity is on its way for the weekend. There’s what could be a stage set up and the large TV outside where people watch soccer games will be on. Oh well.

They must have made it into the plaza as there are trucks here being unloaded.

A faint sun is showing and it’s a bit warmer. I’ve jobs to do today. In the meantime I’m drinking my cafe con leche and eating churros.

I’m also looking more closely at this bar .

I started writing this as I am flooded with stories and photos from a full day yesterday . I’m still processing the Mesquita. But even what starts off as simple writing twists itself round, or maybe I twist it around as I take in more; so I’m stopping now and not exploring the stories here of Garcia Calvo and the churros ? that seduced him or “ with what Garcia portrays her.. “ ( the danger of only getting bits of the language). Enough that this Bar Maripaz was established in 1993 and the churros, I guess originally baked by Garcia Calvo, have been revived with this plaza ( which dates from 1600s).

Clapping in La Corredera. The music has started and the sun is bright. Off to do my jobs before exploring some more of this maze of a city, and the edges of the thickly layered stories.