When Linda and Tom were in Nerja the first time, they fell in love with a shop called Brea. They bought some fine art prints there and had been longing to go back for more. We left San Geraldo with his second cup of coffee and headed off. But Brea wasn’t open. There were no hours posted, so I asked a woman putting out tables at a restaurant across the way if she knew whether or not the store would be open.
The woman smiled warmly and said, in Spanish, “Oh, yes. They’re open every day. Always at 10…
… Or 11 or 11:30.”
|SHOULD I GIVE THE CATS THE BIRD?
(BE BOLD. CLICK ANY IMAGE.)
So, Linda and Tom instead showed me a bit more of the neighborhood before we retrieved San Geraldo for lunch and sight-seeing. Then we all walked back over to the store. It was open and filled with unusual gifts, crafts, and home furnishings. Linda and Tom found three more prints and a beautiful art-glass bowl. San Geraldo and I found too many things but managed to leave with only a large funky platter for our coffee table. The owner was a charming woman named Viki. Her husband restores furniture and mirrors and also creates his own beautiful designs. His works are displayed all over the shop. (Check out his website here.) If you get to Nerja, definitely visit the store called Brea at Hernando de Carabeo (that’s the street) #39. Just visiting with Viki for a few minutes will make the day seem brighter.
On a side note:
I never knew that “brea” in Spanish means “tar” or “pitch.” So “The La Brea Tar Pits” in Los Angeles if said completely in English would be, I suppose, “The The Tar Tar Pits.”
|CHARMING VIKI WRAPPING UP OUR PLATTER.|
|THE LOVELY LINDA DISPLAYING THE ART GLASS BEFORE IT WAS BOXED.
(THE PHOTOGRAPHER — YOURS TRULY — DID A TERRIBLE JOB.)
|VIKI’S HUSBAND’S LATEST FURNITURE CREATION.|
Dudo drove me crazy (“Play with me. I’ve got string. Play with me!”) while I tried to edit these photos and write this post. If it’s not all up to my usual standards (“Standards? He has standards?”), blame Dudo. I tried to annoy him as much as he was annoying me. Apparently, that’s not possible. (He doesn’t care what I do, as long as I pay attention.)
|“OOOH. I THINK IT BRINGS OUT THE GREEN IN MY EYES.”|