Jerez in spring, it is the smell and sight of oranges
bright on the green trees that line the city streets
that stick long in the memory.
Hipstamatic, James M Lens, Ina's 1969 Film.
Hot sun from a cloudless sky
Narrow shaded streets of ochre and white
Lined with trees of viridian hue
Heavy with orange fruit bright
Against the dark green leaves.
Sweet perfume of creamy orange blossom
Scents the warm still air
Mingles with the tang of oranges
Crushed, fallen by the wayside
People pass without a care.
Near a Bodega's white washed walls
A sweet alcohol taste of crushed grapes
Their juice maturing into rich sherry
Coopered casks of burnt oak
Piled high in cool dark halls.
Hidden away in arched courtyards,
Inherited from the Moors.
The music of falling water
Tinkles refreshingly, reflects off
Blue and yellow tiled walls
Glimpsed through open doors.
The cobbled surface of the Plaza de Arenal, Jerez.
Hipstamatic, James M Lens, Ina's 1969 Film
Cool shaded courtyards.
Hipstamatic, James M Lens, Ina's 1969 Film
