Andalusian Eyes and Ava Gardner

August in Spain is very quiet. This is the time of relaxation, complete switch-off, sea gazing. Bloggers stop blogging. People head to resorts and ancestral villages. Some go north, some go south, to Andalusia. The heat there is dangerous, but not as dangerous as the heat of Andalusian eyes. A glance by a passer-by in Cordoba, Malaga, or Granada hits you like a wave of fire. Andalusian eyes are akin to a natural phenomenon: enticing and threatening, overpowering, yet indifferent. Disconcerting and unforgettable.