Portrait of a Lady among ruins
A house is container impressions, atmosphere shares the space of history, chronologies compartmentalized diffuse layers accumulated facts, events and lives. Nothing stands the test of time, since expensive is the toll of degradation and ruin. Rickety on the size, faded in the treatment refers experiences and fuzzy feelings off height and splendor.
The environment of the port of Malaga in the last quarter of the sixteenth century was dominated by the properties of Alonso de Bazán and the convent of the Trinity. To the south, the rear of the Incarnation, some houses and the Ejido tucked between walls. Cosme Fernandez Altamirano, amid much disorder wanted to build your home. I wanted to look, "was alderman," that his memory will endure. Like all rulers sought to make their mark step, although the time pushing people to a nihilistic sense of life, the transience of our presence, "mundi sic transit glory."
Opening a straight road, a straight line between the port of Malaga and Real of Mercy Hospital was the largest operation of urban reform in those years . In principle, called news of the Incarnation and New Hospital, now known as Mercy. Meet the standards of the baroque city with removal and staging of a small square, was third after the Mayor and of the Church, in proportion to the size of the home that the ruler was to build and the prospect of its facade and shape factor.
quality accommodation, materials noble, elegant, striking scenery, open to the street by the composition of openings, railings and balconies. Six hundred square meters of rooms laid out around a beautiful and quite off-court brief on the input shaft, I pay more to the everyday function of exposure gestural, almost unique example, at risk of disappearing, the marbellense Baroque civil architecture. A relic that stands, some propped with pride conveyed by their owners, still, for sale, with the clock stopped, waiting to be revived.
Walking inside is to step back sad memories and retains its furniture melancholy. Each of its inhabitants breathed memories and let others, a succession of wills, inventories of bail and as happy as incurred. The opening of an interior storm window as the sun got a hit. His reflection in the glass of a picture on the opposite wall prevented a view clear. It was the portrait of a lady, splendid in its features, fascinating eyes, complacent in the act. I wanted to know his name but when rectified, ignore and enjoy your best pose to discover these caches we collect inviolable silence. Let no one tell me your life! A historian's curiosity won a feeling of respect and the idea that the best of wisdom is one that pays homage to the memory of people and claimed his creations as objects of worship of the past.
From past we draw, we went to him for answers and the house Altamirano, now promoted as a palace, gives many, as many as you want to find modern and contemporary history of Marbella and we rehabilitated, reintegrated citizens, is currently political investment in assets, a timely recovery option for the old equipment, the best sentimental return to his people.
Many all democratic corporations and many investors were interested in the property. Different obstacles prevented its acquisition. Something inexplicable has saved so far from the real estate greed, as if the lady of the portrait was responsible for ensuring, even among the ruins, your integrity, waiting for business leaders in the public service, as well as recover state-owned land, that the portrait can sag and the lady to rest and close your eyes, but would prefer to see you open, if we would do better.