Sopped at Zamora for lunch.
I have no idea why the locals had celebrations involving costumes that look arse-puckering similar to a less revered organization in the southern states of the U.S. of A.
Their story is that they do good works anonymously, and the costumes are so that they will not be identified and thanked personally for their generosity.
Sure. Let’s go with that. What could go wrong?😑
This is a window of a convent. Clearly, visitors were discouraged.
This is the main plaza of Salamanca
An old Roman bridge, that we went Roman across.
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