DAVID MAYOR
The stage of dreams is your childhood. Going up under the immense shadow of Gran Vía towards the University Campus and the house of some grandparents that are always a real gift, even now whenever you remember them and you sit them down next to you like necessary ghosts. This morning after so many years, one looks at the light and the colours of long days spent with comics and bread and chocolate sitting on a terrace in the Plaza San Francisco. An immense spring with clear, elevated skies, peaceful trees and the noise and bustle of students coming out of their classes and hanging on to their childhood for as long as possible. Sitting on the terrace as if they were stalls in the theatre, one catches sight of themself in the rear-view mirror of memory, wearing the same short trousers that new mothers dress their sons in. She remembers Sunday mornings, the flea market selling minerals and coins, postcard albums with legendary journeys to the ends of the earth, books of adventures and a life ahead of her.
One is sitting here and would like this red tram, which has come to a silent standstill to wait for the best decisions, to take them back to what is impossible, to change the course of the days. “It is not possible,” say my grandparents, the accompanying ghosts; “go on looking,” childhood words, the stage of dreams. Everything else.
The stage of dreams is your childhood. Going up under the immense shadow of Gran Vía towards the University Campus and the house of some grandparents that are always a real gift, even now whenever you remember them and you sit them down next to you like necessary ghosts. This morning after so many years, one looks at the light and the colours of long days spent with comics and bread and chocolate sitting on a terrace in the Plaza San Francisco. An immense spring with clear, elevated skies, peaceful trees and the noise and bustle of students coming out of their classes and hanging on to their childhood for as long as possible. Sitting on the terrace as if they were stalls in the theatre, one catches sight of themself in the rear-view mirror of memory, wearing the same short trousers that new mothers dress their sons in. She remembers Sunday mornings, the flea market selling minerals and coins, postcard albums with legendary journeys to the ends of the earth, books of adventures and a life ahead of her.
One is sitting here and would like this red tram, which has come to a silent standstill to wait for the best decisions, to take them back to what is impossible, to change the course of the days. “It is not possible,” say my grandparents, the accompanying ghosts; “go on looking,” childhood words, the stage of dreams. Everything else.
A crossroads for trams, road traffic, bicycles and pedestrians in the Paseo de Fernando el Católico.
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The sculpture entitled “Complicidad”, by Gómez Ascaso,
in Gran Vía.
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in Gran Vía.
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Bike lane in Gran Vía, alongside the Paraninfo building. With an extensive network of bike lanes, Zaragoza is ideal for getting around on two wheels.
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Modern version of Neo-Mudéjar regionalism in a residential building in the widened area of Gran Vía, on the corner with Marcial Street.
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© Angélica Montes
Providing access to the university campus, gardens and playgrounds, the Plaza San Francisco is a place for children's enjoyment and students comings and goings.
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© Angélica Montes
Chinaberry tree loaded with fruits in front of the Cardenal Xavierre College. Plaza San Francisco.
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One of the colonnaded buildings surrounding the Plaza San Francisco.
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University of Zaragoza.
Functional building of the Faculty of Science (Regino Borobio and José Beltrán, 1950).
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Functional building of the Faculty of Science (Regino Borobio and José Beltrán, 1950).
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The latest extension of the Faculty of Science at the University of Zaragoza. Edificio de Químicas (Chemistry Department, 1999).
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© Angélica Montes
Sala Mozart in the Municipal Auditorium (José Manuel Pérez Latorre, 1994), with excellent, internationally renowned acoustics, a stage measuring 340 m2 and a seating capacity for 1,992 people.
© Santiago Cabello - Archivo Tintaura
© Santiago Cabello - Archivo Tintaura
Exterior of the Municipal Auditorium. A monumental temple to music.
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© Angélica Montes
Parish church of Santa Mónica, the work of Antonio Vallejo and Fernando Ramírez (1973), in the district of the Romareda.
Inside the dome on Santa Mónica parish church, erected 25th January 1972.
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Inside the dome on Santa Mónica parish church, erected 25th January 1972.
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Façade of the old Zaragoza Metropolitan Seminary, Eclectic building opened in 1943 and recently transformed for municipal use. Work of architects Santiago Lagunas, Casimiro Lanaja and Manuel Martínez de Ubago.
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© Angélica Montes
Aggressive intervention in the former Metropolitan Seminary to adapt it to its new function (2005).
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© Angélica Montes
The lighthouse-tower of the Zaragoza Chamber of Commerce rises to a height of 59 metres above Paseo Isabel la Católica. Brothers Borobio and José Beltrán Navarro, 1940-1941.
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© Angélica Montes
La Romareda stadium, home of Real Zaragoza, dates from 1957 and can seat almost 34,500 spectators.
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© Angélica Montes