THE SUN SETS, BUT THE DAY DOES NOT END. FANDANGO IS THE ECHO OF AN ETERNAL SUMMER. AN IMPOSING RED TABLE PRESIDES AT THE HEART OF THIS SCENE. SUDDENLY, THE AIR IGNITES: A GUITAR AWAKENS AND THE CARMINE RED OF THE DRESSES DANCES IN THE WIND, MARKING THE BEAT OF RHYTHMIC CLAPPING. BECAUSE THIS IS NOT JUST DESIGN; IT IS THE EXACT STAGE WHERE SUMMER IS FELT, SUNG AND LIVED.