I just can't help it

I was hoping to blip something other than a mountain today, but I just didn't like any of my photos, except the one I took on the way back to the car after our afternoon in Benasque. So it's another landscape, the sun just hitting the top of the mountain as it set.

This weekend is la fiesta del Pilar, which is a big thing in Aragon, because it was in Zaragoza that the Virgin Mary appeared on her pillar to encourage St James (the day itself, 12 October, also coincides with Spain's fiesta nacional). Other than in Zaragoza itself, there didn't seem to be much happening; we went to Benasque because it was one of the few places having a fiesta. A modest one as it turned out; a market of handicrafts, and a young woman telling tales of shepherds, princesses, and the devil to an audience of children and their parents; she had a dramatic mode of delivery that worked really well. There was also an exhibition of old photos of pastoral life in Benasque from the 1920s to the 1970s; it might sound a bit boring, but apart from the inevitable snapshots, there were some very striking photos.

We didn't get home till almost 8 p.m. and my pasta e fagioli are taking ages to cook (no pressure cooker), so we're having to sustain ourselves on wine, jamón, and the prize-winning cheese we bought from a man at the market in Benasque. I might have dinner on the table by ten ...