Our little Pueblo is a place that constantly fires my imagination. I day dream about the countless generations who built this and the other Andalucían Pueblos stone by stone, and tile by tile.
I took a little evening stroll the other day as the sun began its final encore and soaked in the end of summer light.
Photos: Top – sunset over the mountains. Light through the leaves. Sunset on the back of an old Renault. Cafe solo con heilo.