In our charming little corner of Cordoba you can go back to the most gentle and pure time of our roots where you could walk through our beautiful streets and listen to the true and pure flamenco, that flamenco where the chest of the cantaor or cantaora trembled as if all its essence came out with each verse and where the bailaores and bailaoras made the wood of the stage burn and wore out the soles of their shoes. That is the beauty of this place, that is the beauty of our great land. Some of those moments we want to share with you through our memories made images.