The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1897-05-29

LIZ AHnL II i q tSGut Lille OI Ine An
MISUNDERSTANDING Love Through Barred
Windovs-A Taberna Where the Dark
er Side of Life Is Displayed.
Wandering home through the dark,
winding hyways, you pass cloaked fig
ures, whispering at tho iron bound win
dows. They are the lovers of Seville,
pelando Ia pava (plucling the turkey,
as they call il. With the lattice slightly
open, the fair Scvillara sits in her dark
ened chamber talking in WHISPERED
tones TO the gallant without. The old
folks, weary Cf the tasI. Of chaperonage,
after licking the daughter in a room
barred like a prison cell, have gone to
bed, and for hours, sometimes the Ell
tire night, the aflianced lovers look
through the grating into each others
eyes ard whisper the notLings Ct love.
It would seem cold cCmfors to a north
ern swain, but the Spaniards say the
iron bars are a necessary evil there III
Spain. In Spain there are life and colnl
and picturcsqucness everywhere, and
you think the Spaniald was born to bo
al artist S 1nO0el.
In the maze of tortuous streets about
the market one sees something of the
life OF the people. There the white
washed houses alc outlined against the
brilliant sky i'll rambling perspective,
and the graceful tower of some parish
church, its brown walls moss ROY it's
brlghttlles shining, rise sAarp and clear
into the blue above. Dar!- maidCns with
glossy hair and warm ccIor in their
cheeks gaze idly from the ~nliradoros
above upon the countless people in the
streets below.
The cobbler hammers ard stitches il
his smoky little shop without window
or door. glasses click in the bodega,
sleek COW With mou>l fuI eyes and
tinkiing BELLS stand silently chewing
their cudS lii the milkman's stalls. and
the dainty feet Of shaggy donkeys patter ,
on the cobble stones rs the patient lit |
tie Tea. =. beneath their panniers of
straw or charcoal. thread their way
through the crowd. You wander along. |
picking your way through the good ma |
tured asst mblGre, until you reach some
little IlaZa with ita church, where beg
gars sun themselves Upon the fagstones. |
nj the puestos, or booths Of the street
pedolets. with graceful, colored avn
ings, are scattered picturesquely about
the pavement. There the dazzling sun
light casts fantastic shadows en- the vel
low and blue walls of the houses, null
tlcclored pots or fystoons Of cotton
prints hang in the dingv shops. gallar-
dos-aaldies of the street-gossip in
groups or ogle the passing maidens,
dogs sucoze IN sunny spots a, d crowds
ldlers cluster about sone barrel or
gan OR bllc:i guitarist. There IS a booth
near l. where a bronze skinned gvpsy'
cecEnrs r,ollctes calentitos, a sort of
-four cake fried in oil, and a wine
puesto With its earthen la.s. aud huge
{. red and yel.l. wine, and
there woes loiter to cat ar,. drink.
One can linger for hours III the streets
watching the people and
talk,is.1 them. too, fer the Anda-'
luslan g e lower classes IS the best of
aere is q Gtn,, tic freedom
In RS inhLher, at ~ Ks lectful and
eort tai mSh IS I'll CbseGuiOuS-,
ut ..e .1shheFst mon peo-
PIE u VI Slow and
eVeli -, hc' ~rcct. and
nowhere an enc nttt5s WHY and
az is ,Lcvnl Andalu-
slan EtasaL. BUtyou m.t.. uHtr.d and
meet i'm ,&lf Wy II ,s lct like
,a&Fn sti.ihess, and 4 :. IT'D word or
ne Ger OF cigarette v CcCmplish
mole t4ian Il handful Cfs
WEtn you go inc Il Il of the
where aoualLItI. IL sold AZ q
'ent IL Flass, the habit, - greet Won
a Ncrd OF welcome, ;Lu the bar
serves his liquor 18th a courtli-
which is CEestnlotian They are
ouSn Pr, tics II Oh taverns.
mere Is 1Ae Ill particular, across the
iver in Triana, where the toughs Of Sc
matones, they are called
'ath'r to drink and quarrel. They say
hat every Sovillian who is spelling for
hight goes there, and many are the
utting ARRAYS in which navaios are
rawn. With mantas wrapped about the
eft arm, the duellists crouch and slow
follow each other around, watching
be opportunity for the fatal spring,
nst as they do in Carmen. This taberna
the bullies is a low, dingy place,