They were unexpected images at times (for example, In Ivory Coast we found a river on our way to a village. I like rivers; it's probably the only thing I miss from my childhood days. This was not deep, but pretty wide indeed. It was full of young black men washing their family's clothes buttocks-deep in the water. It's a beautiful image I'll never forget). Another unexpected image of blasting beauty revealed itself to me at Bar Tenampa, in Mexico D.F. It's right on Plaza Garibaldi. They rightfully call it the Mariachi Cathedral and it's a place not much bigger than the Cafe Gijon in Madrid. There are several mariachis at the general disposal; people hire them for the song or the night. Sometimes when the place is full they're all playing at the same time. That means hearing 6 or 7 orchestras playing in a small place just a few meters from one another. It's something to witness, otherwise it sounds like a nightmare. Because due to a strange harmony, the mix of instruments and songs sounds wonderful on location. People say, or legend has it, that at hearing it, Stravinsky said: "This is what I've wanted to compose all my life." Just like when Breton stated: "In Mexico surrealism becomes naturalism." They were both right. I've enjoyed other magic moments (I hate that word but can't think of another). In Havana, Istanbul, Bayahibe (a tiny beach in the Dominican Republic), Barcelona and Seville -to mention but a few.