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.