I’m a “noticer.” I love the details that give a person or a place soul, or as we call it in this part of the world, duende. Duende is the thing that good flamenco has. But anything can have it, when you slow down and notice.

The Café Comercial is around the corner from my house. It’s got duende in spades. Slightly dangerous revolving door. Marble-topped tables so heavy you can barely move them. Waiters who are equal parts surly and loving. No pretense whatsoeveer.

Keep an eye out for duende where you are. I’ll share it with you when I spot it.