We did some shopping in town this morning. We found a shop which was a local co-operative and which had a lot of very good quality fruit and vegetables, as well as other things. It was clearly a social centre for the elderly as well as a shop, because along with purchases came lots of cheery chat. When it was eventually our turn, we bought bread, as everyone does every day here, and a dozen eggs, along with some robust red tomatoes that would never be seen in a British supermarket and a large characterful red pepper.
We had seen a butchers shop as we passed the day before (opening hours 10 to 12 a.m. and 8 to 10 p.m.) and looked for it again, but the town is such a maze of tiny streets that we had to ask how to find it. The butcher was very obliging and friendly. We didn't buy one of the sheep's heads gazing up at us, nor the 'conejo entero', whole rabbit, that was the special offer of the day, and dead cheap too. We did buy some chicken and some burgers; two of pork and two of chicken, because he was very proud of both and didn't know which we would like the best, so he sold us two of each. Then he gave us a free sausage, speciality of Aragon, which looks like a black pudding and is being cooked as this is being written, along with the burgers (burguesas).
As we left the town we bought a couple of long, flat cakes from another shop, also specialities of the area, whose name had something to do with the hair of angels. They are perhaps a little dry at the edges, so we might eat them with the contents of a tin of Bird's custard which has turned up unexpectedly at the back of one of the cupboards in Rosie May.
We had a lovely walk in the afternoon again surrounded by the most beautiful and colourful flowers. We had long views over the far mountains at times, and enjoyed the almond, cherry and olive trees planted in patterns on the hillsides.
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