A trip to La Puebla de los Infantes

    Last weekend I drove my lady to La Puebla de los Infantes.

    She had planned to meet with her cousins whom she had not seen since her aunt's funeral. So, after greeting her family members, I settled on with her to eat and in that way let them talk in privacy and I had time to take some pictures of the town.

    The family of my señora seemed very nice and affectionate and I got the impression that everyone there was alike.

    To get to La Puebla —they shorten the name— from Seville there are two roads. The one we chose was full of curves and slopes, especially at the end of the road, but it allows you to enjoy a beautiful landscape; it's worth going slower and enjoying the different greens and yellow of the field. In addition, the morning had dawned with mist and every precaution was little.

José Torán reservoir

    Among the photos I took, I liked a pic of the town from a place they are restoring and few people climb because it leaves what we consider the old town. But to me, you know, I do not like much stopping more than enough in the most known sites. The same thing happens to you, right?

    Before I went through the hermitage of Santa Ana that has a small and intimate front yard (now I do not remember what it is called) and that invites you to rest on one of its steps. What a pity that it was closed.

Still, I was able to visit the most popular places in the village. The church of Nuestra Señora de las Huertas was open, but it was under construction, so I could not enter; I had to settle for a look from the door and see it on the outside on my way to the upper part of La Puebla. Las Pilas —the public washrooms— reminded me of my work at the priest's house. Instinctively, when I saw them, I looked at my hands and wondered if the women who came to wash at that place would have chilblains like the ones that came out to me with that cold water.

La Puebla de los Infantes

    At the scheduled time of the lunch we were at Bar La Lata, where they advised us, among many options, to try the anchovies. The best I have eaten in my life!

    On the way back we had coffee at the Venta Las Palomas, from where there are magnificent views that are lost on the horizon. At its feet is the reservoir José Torán from where, on our outward journey, I had taken some photos in the morning.

    I would have liked to take other photos from the entrance to the town on the other road, the one that comes from Peñaflor; but as soon as I can I will return to the village, very early in the morning to photograph the white houses with the sun behind me. And ask for one of anchovies!

    Y. a.

    Mary