Not your everyday fountain (reminds me of that great bit in Judges 5..."He asked for water and she gave him milk..."):
Sheep, a sheepdog, and a sheepherder:
Unhappy kitty with a bad left leg at a cafe:
Sometimes the landscape is flat, especially where the grass has been cut for hay:
Fifth stage, as these things are calculated:
Ministry of Foment? No! False cognate! It is Ministry of Development, which makes much more sense:
Sunflowers:
This dog, when seated in the road, looked like Cerberus, so we, los tres amigos, lined up to pass him together. We felt rather foolish when he turned out to be a playful pup:
Orange berries so shiny that that look like plastic:
All God's critters gotta get to Santiago:
Stork nests, says Ian:
Blue in the States, red in the UK and yellow in Spain:
Not willing to wait for the Spanish dinner hour, we bought a few things at the local grocery store and had a picnic at our B and B:
Speaking of our B and B, which is old and lovely, but since no pictures came out you can't know, it is described as being in the old Jewish Quarter of which there is not a shred of evidence. Maybe this guy, dressed in armor, who, as you can see, means business what with his foot raised and his troops in the background and all, is reading the edict responsible for that....or maybe not:
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