In the caves of Sacromonte, on the hill above the Albaicín in Granada, you can see some of the best authentic Flamenco in Spain. However given the bad sangria that they gave us and the number of other tourists crammed in the room I was prepared to be unimpressed by the show. But as the music began to pour out of the guitars and the dancing began I felt the intensity of the performance. I could see the duende (emoting anguish, pain or loss in music or dance) in the faces of the performers. In particular a blonde dancer with a striking red blouse seemed to personify the meaning of the dance for me.