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| One of the best ways to spend a weekend is wandering around taking photos. This past Saturday we drove 12 miles up the road to Sanlucar de Barrameda----an ancient little town known for its manzanilla (fino sherry similar to apple-flavored turpentine, according to Deb's uncultured palate), Saturday morning "hippie flea market" (which we missed), flamenco, and horse races on the beach (which we saw the first summer we were here). |
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| We managed to arrive at 2:30pm, which of course is siesta time when stores close and everyone either flocks to cafes or home for food and nap. |
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| Lucky for us, Saturday was the first day of Carnival---an annual celebration in which costumed singers take to stages around town. Pictured here is a Daniel Boone wanna-be. |
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| Daniel and his hillbilly amigos started singing John Denver's Country Road in Spanish! (Gotta love it. Seems like we're never far from home!) |
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| Color. |
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| Remnants of the Moors. |
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| What's a blog post without a door knocker? This particular knocker is nothing special but the red door is. Sanlucar was full of red doors, which is unusual in Andalucia. |
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| Bodegas and alcohol of all sorts could be found here. Wonder why this sign was in English?! |
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| Lovely door. |
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| Part of a chapel. |
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| The imposing Castle of Santiago. |
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| Barrels of manzanilla. |
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| Local senora taking in the festivities. |
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| Here's our view of a neighboring table as we sat at an outdoor cafe sipping fino. We don't know what was more amazing, the height of this senorita's pink heels, the red of her boyfriend's shoes, or that miscellaneous wandering hand. Entangled. |
