Flamenco Frills on a Valencian Pavement

Valencia in late October had just been rinsed by a quick shower, and the pavement was still glossy when this little party walked past me.

The two women had gone all-in on the traje de flamenca. The ruffles stacked like waves, fresh blooms pinned into their hair, and a peach-coloured shawl folded neatly over one arm. The gentlemen kept it simpler: black suits, red ties, and what look like cofradía medallions hanging from green ribbons.

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