That same evening we were going to Seville, hoping to find the ideal Carmen. The cigarette-girls whom we met had, without doubt, inherited the combative character of that heroine, but unfortunately not her seductive charm. We had to content ourselves with taking some documentaries: the celebrated Giralda, the house of Adam, the sultan’s garden and his bath of which, despite my encouragements, Anatole obstinately refused to taste the water. (The Memoirs of Alice Guy Blaché, p. 49)
In 1905 Alice Guy went on a two month working trip to Spain. When I was writing my book, Lost Visionary, there was little information on this trip, but last year I had to opportunity to follow in her footsteps around Andalusia. Our trip to Andalusia was arranged by journalist Francisco Griñan. Griñan had spent several years working on what became his award winning book Las Estaciones Perdidas del Cine Mudo en Málaga, a treasure of investigative journalism that recovers much lost history on early filmmaking in Spain.