This is another medieval walled hill-town, with narrow twisting alleys for streets. The streets are hard enough for the Spanish subcompact cars to navigate - they were a physical impossibility for our bus. So for both the rehearsal and the concert, the bus left us off at the bottom of the hill to let us walk up to the church, and then waited for us to walk back down again.In Montblanc, our concert seemed to be the highpoint of the week. There were posters stuck up in shop windows, and someone had translated the program from Castilian to Catalan and reprinted it. When I went into a shop to buy postcards, I was accosted with one of the posters and engaged in a conversation that was helped immensely by a Castilian/English dictionary.
This concert started at 10:00pm. That's actually the normal concert time for this church in the summertime - it gives the church a chance to cool down after the heat of the day. The church was packed, mostly with fan-waving ladies, and the front doors were left open so that the crowd could spill out into the street (that was the smoking section).
