Reflecting on Estepona - Summer side hamlet with a view of Africa

There is a sculpture here in a park that says a lot about this ‘fishing village.’ It is an image on a hand. The wave seems to be landing - upside down! It is like an upside down ‘la vague’ with a child (baby Jesus) being swaddled on the end of an inverted waterfall. The sculpture is new but parts of the baby‘s finger digits are broken off. There is no genitalia to the infant.

This park wants to be useful and pretty. It has the sweep of wisteria covered arbors, lots of benches and a block fountain wall that seems to have an infinite pool perched on the edge above it. The fountain pours silently, rain over glass, onto a painted blue bottom pool. It is calming.

There is a sense in the park of a modern planning. It is recent construction. The good use of taxes. There are two paths that lead out of a fountain. They lead up rose covered walks to a sloping hills of manicured green, more arbors, more benches.

The benches are empty. They are waiting for people. The benches and the park are waiting for the town of old folks to adopt them and migrate in on afternoons. To be in the park away from dusty cafes, the tapa joints. The characteristic silent park is waiting for the English tourists and permanently disgruntled residents to take their pugs, bulldogs, and shelties here…once dogs and skates are allowed.

In Estepona, there is a park with an awkward sculpture hidden to the side of the entrance.