The law says that buildings may not be demolished, but shoud be allowed to crumble away gracefully. I’m quite pleased that they do, as these old edifices provide a kind of sculpture in the landscape, which changes slowly over time as pieces fall away. Carmi says, “There is a certain degree of poetry associated with things that may once have been pristine, but no longer are."
A little further down the coast at Agujeros, near the old salt pans, we find these lock-ups which is where the salt was stored and shipped from this tiny harbour. These days families come down at weekends and use the places like beach huts, chatting, barbecuing and swimming.
And for a building that really stands out like a sore thumb, here’s one at Punto Mujeres, where someone has let his neighbours down by not painting the outside of his house.
In a back street of the capital, Arrecife, a stone’s throw away from bustling avenues and chic shops, were these two, once grand, doorways. I really would like to have known what went on behind that door!
“Midnight, one more night without sleepin’
Watchin’, till the morning comes creepin’
Green door, what’s that secret you’re keepin’?"
From Green Door, sung by Shakin’ Stevens, and to be clear it was the song I was referring to, not that film!