Málaga bewitched me...

Legend has it that many years ago the streets of the city of Malaga were haunted. Each of its streets and corners were captured, as well as each of its inhabitants, to whom the bewitchment has kept them trapped in the city for the rest of their days. The magic is experienced especially at dusk, when the sun hides, giving way to the shining moon. The beauty of its coasts is impressive and that sound of the waters that bathes it is a total enchantment. Sitting to watch the sunset in front of these waters is an incomparable spectacle, is to experience that moment of intimacy of one with the smell of the sea. But not only is the sea what bewitched me, it was its streets, its friendly people, its small bars, the adventure of walking around the center of town, to taste some delicious dishes in the market, to be able to see a spectacular sunset from the heights of the Alcazaba... I did not want to leave, I wanted to take the time to photograph more, to document the life I long to enjoy one day, where there is time for art, good gastronomy, the noise of nightlife, or just sit and watch people passing by. I closed my eyes and I saw myself and hundreds of sensations invaded me: melancholy, happiness, longing, sadness, hope... Malaga bewitched me and I fell in love with her...