Before people could read, I am sure art was a way to feed their emotion and tell a story. I saw it in several countries as well as Colonial Williamsburg in Virginia. Tiles and art tell the story where words are unnecessary. But in Spain, especially, I was constantly drawn to the painted tiles on the fronts of shops, residential homes, cafes and historical treasures like the Plaza de España, where the first photo was taken.
When we were in Torremolinos, west of Malaga on the beach, I saw many of the restaurants decorated with tiles advertising their food and establishment. This photo was the Restaurante Amillo on the boardwalk where the palm trees swayed above a vast expanse of golden sand. Inside the restaurant, we were amazed to see tiles on every wall, each depicting the menu items!
The artwork tiles showing Christ on the cross was attached to the house in Puerto de la Torre, which is a very small town northwest of Malaga. The houses along the street were whitewashed and decorated with candles, art and welcomed you right into their home.
ñol and ambiance their restaurant offered us started us off sweeter than any Starbucks coffee ever could.