These here is the famous walls of Avila. A bit West of Madrid, on the famous plains....what I noticed was how serviceable these walls have been for centuries--still standin' despite all the Muslim raids. The walls completely encircle the od part of the city--awesome ter see. Of course, now, parts of them walls has been repaired...
In fact, in one little bitty village I seen how they is restorin' some old castle ter make it new and if some authenticity is lost, at least it ain't half rubble no more---the newly rebuilt castle will be part museum part office space fer the city fathers.
The refurbishin' is happenin' ever'whar, keepin' stonemasons real busy! The fellas workin' on this one did not care fer an ole cracker lady sashayin' around their construction sight.
But see? What a fine job they's a'doin'! Ya' gotta admire that fancy brickwork, doan'cha?
Compare it to this 15th century monastery buildin'...
Pretty fair restoration in terms of techniques...
A 'course I'se wishin' t his here monastery would take me in....it were serene I tell ya'.
Looks over an rushin' river wif' and arched bridge--where a certain soldier saint one rode ter court his lady-love (afore he decided on pursuin' the saint' bidness).
Once inside, see what peaceful place...bells chime the hour, birds chirp and ...thas' about all--real real quiet.
I does love the idea of vilalges--seems in Spain they's proud ter be small...ain't lookin' ter bunch theyselves up wif' mergin' suburbs...each is distinct, happy to have they own identity...and lots of space between their village and the next hamlet.
I looked at so many tiny villages...some seemed abandoned, with only the poppies holdin' things together......
Here I snapped a forgotten yard through its gates whar' poppies thrived.......
An' visited castles once inhabited by the illustrious, now enduring the rubbing hands of thousands of school chillen's and folks like meself--
Wonderin' about life then and now--how folks managed, how they cooked, gardened, loved, laughed, feasted, fasted.
How crucial a family's defensive system was fer survival...reckon there was any anti-arrow organizations back then?
Naturally, I had to peek into 'bout near every church I seen..
Posted by Aunty Belle at 12:34 PM