Early in the week, possibly on Tuesday, I left the office at lunchtime and proceeded to explore the streets around my office. The district of Salamanca is a wealthy place full of designer outlets and sharp suits, largely built in the 19th century, with a large degree of homogeneity in the building stock. A typical street looks like this - rows of cars, lines of small trees, street level restaurants and shops and flats or offices above. Save for the occasional enclosed balcony it could also be any district of the same period in Europe.
What really distinguishes one from another, I've begun to notice, is the varying intricacies of the ironwork on the building. I love the detail, and the variation - it's such an expression of craft, and yet another one of those skills that will only exist now, if at all, in niche artesanal workshops. I know that modern building has other things to recommend it; not least modern materials, fitness for modern purpose and decent wages for those constructing the things which make similar details now both superfluous and unaffordable. It still just makes me sad to contemplate.
This also brings us back to Cibeles. I can't believe I didn't notice and therefore didn't mention the entrance canopy when I wrote about the Palacio de Comunicaciones last week. That is one hell of a light fitting.
More in a bit.
No comments:
Post a Comment