The Rumbòdrom arrives in the square, and the spectators sit around it expectantly. Are these the palmeras of a fiesta, a soloist’s chorus girls or some ballet dancers who want to conquer the world, to the rhythm of a rumba? The stage is their habitat, and so is the square. Or perhaps the square is a huge stage, and all of us are the artists. Jose Manuel Álvarez, an artist who hybridises flamenco with other body languages proclaims the rumba a social and festive dance for creating a community.