That's why they stage those in-your-face parades. You can not not think/hear/see of them these days.
There is, then, some residual value in a little resort town like mine after all!
Can't speak for the capital today, but I do remember during the 60s, on a shoot, being taken to a bar in one of Palma's yacht clubs and being shocked and physically distressed seeing, for the first time, two guys sitting and cuddling on a bench in the gloom. I could not believe my eyes. I did not
want to believe my eyes.
The closest I saw to that after that was back in Glasgow during a shoot for a hairdresser, where two of 'em gave a conversational impression of being gay, but I imagined they just wanted to be seen to be playing the expected rôle of the time. Perhaps they hoped it would bring each of them one of the associated girlie cars in its wake?
To each his own.
Rob