I didn't realise when I began this book that the photographer was a real person. In fact, I didn't realise that until I was reading the description of a person he was photographing, and I could tell that someone was describing a photo they were looking at.
I thought this was a really nice book - gentle and nice, not much of a story in a way yet a gripping read. I was on a deadline to read it in three days for one reason or another, and it was a pleasure rather than a chore.
The idea of this photographer peddling around Catalonia with a huge plate camera on his back and seeing the beauty and the honesty around him was entrancing, but I did wonder if it was a bit too nice - a romantic view of a geography gripped by poverty and injustice. The author does go there a couple of times, but in general, we have a bucolic idyll rather than a peasant class subjugated by the rich.
That doesn't stop the book from being pleasant though, and a good read.