Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Cesar Manrique will surely be turning in his grave. What this square, an homage to a typical Canarian Fishing village could be and what it actually is are two distinctively different things.
What it could and should be, and what I suspect Cesar Manrique had in mind was a beautifully atmospheric, arty and quirky gathering place where people could sit, eat and drink, with authentic Canarian shops, bars, restaurants and craft stalls.
The shops, bars, restaurants and stalls are there OK but on the whole it feels like a movie set - fake, a sham, a plastic imitation lacking in heart and sincerity.
It has all the atmosphere of a Blackpool shopping mall and all the authenticity of a 3 pound note.
I don’t know who is responsible for turning the great man’s vision into this touristic travesty but if you’re looking for a taste of the real Canary Isles prepare to be disappointed.
In my view it was about as genuinely Canarian as Fish and Chips and Fosters Lager and you’ll certainly find both here.
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