For showing you that even the things that do not move can mobilise.

An emotion in every corner

I am guilty, yes. Of that breeze that ruffles your hair as you sail without you caring. Of making you feel relaxed, as you connect with the tranquillity of the Mediterranean. Of the art that slips past your eyes and thrills every part of your body. Of grazing your lips with an unforgettable wine. I am guilty of making forever memories, surrounded by art and dance. Of making you feel the luxury of a comfortable hotel, surrounded by a variety of monuments that only I can have, with my cathedral, my Alcazaba, and my museums. I am guilty of you experiencing me in a way that you have never experienced any other city.

Confessions of a city

I am Malaga and I feel guilty. I confess.
It is me, the one who called you without calling you.
The one who tempted you without tempting you. The one who, without you realising it, trapped you between its landscapes, among its people, within its way of life.
I feel guilty for…