Even before I became an avid seamstress, one of my favourite things to do in Santander was always ogle the haberdashery.
I’ve bought some lovely creamy French lace and real mother-of-pearl buttons for a Japanese blouse pattern I’m working up to. Buttonholes – a skill I’ve yet to acquire.
Here they shop the old-fashioned way. All the goods are behind the counter, guarded by some fierce, monolingual matron. The consequence is that to make a purchase one must first know precisely what it is one wishes to buy.
And, gruellingly for me, all the attendant Spanish vocabulary. Browsing is not a thing at the Botón de Oro.
More old-fashioned sights of Santander: non-ironic, no-hipsters-in-sight barber-shop pole.
Old ads for a shoe repair place or a ship’s passage to South America.
The best pinchos here at El Diluvio. And…spot the just-landed spaceship hiding behind the bandstand?
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