Petersberg Park

This morning, we went to a book fair in Sabiñánigo: people brought their unwanted books to sell on behalf of the public library.
After we had looked at the books we walked up the steep streets to Petersberg Park. At the top of Sabiñánigo, on Monte Corona, a delightful space with some reconstituted arches.

Then we went for dinner with some friends, whose huntsman friend had given them a haunch of wild boar. It was cooked for hours and hours, and made a delicious stew.

Alquezar again

Alquezar is about an hour and three-quarters' drive from Jaca. We went there last year and it rained. This year, in spite of it being a very cold, rainy spring, it was a beautiful day. Once the whole family group was ther, we went on a brilliant walk along the rugged path down into the gorge of the river Vero.

Down to the water, and then back up the other way.

Ramonda myconi oreja de oso or bear's ears in Spanish  (Pyrenean violet or rosette mullein)

Narrow walkways

Lovely flowers, beautiful views, clear, cold water. A nice day.

Goya

Zaragoza, Saragossa to the English is very proud of Goya. He was born not far away in a village called Fuendetodos, where they show some old houses and usually art exhibitions.
There's a lovely monument to him in the Plaza del Pilar in Zaragoza. The man himself is on a high plinth, overlooking two "Majos" and two "Majas", based on his paintings of the same names; young men and women sitting on the ground.

 Next to this tribute is what looks like a stone pillarbox, in which Goya was buried in Bordeaux.

Judas Tree

You thought Chicago was the Windy City? The original windy city is Zaragoza, where the "Cierzo" blows (except when it's foggy). These days it's been a lovely temperature there, but when I walked along avenida Valencia, which runs north-south, I noticed that the Judas trees which line it are all bent with the wind.

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They are, apparently, Cercis siliquastrum. There are various versions of why they are called Judas trees. The story that the man hanged himself from one is the least plausible. Another wikiexplanation is "Judea tree". Also the seed pods hang down directly from the branches like a hanged man. Anyway, they are very pretty in late April when in flower.

Ipas

Finally a sunny spring morning, and it's Saturday. We went on a walk we'd never done before. From the hypermarket just up the road from us, we took a track which took us past the "selected waste collection centre" and a landfill site, then left the track to scramble up a steep, indistinct path. We finally arrived at a high fence which blocked our way. Then we tried another, very rough track which led us into the hamlet of Ipas. I think there are a few people living there; certainly there is livestock in the area. We saw a flock of sheep and the village street stank of animal waste. I only saw one human being (and a skinny cat). Great views. Pretty, tiny flowers. I took a picture of a field of muscaria with my phone; I left my camera at home.

View of Monte Oroel

Muscaria (grape hyacynth)

Natural rock wall

Rafael and the village chapel

We met a man with binoculars and a camera on a tripod. I think he was taking photos of red kites. We heard a woodpecker doing its stuff, but didn't see it.

Snow

There has been a lot of snow this winter. Not just this winter but this spring too. Yesterday, Saturday 6th April and Friday 5th we woke up to a layer of snow over the garden. It disappeared quite quickly, but even so, snow in April!

Monte Oroel, 10am Saturday

The ski resorts are closing today, all except Astún which will last another week. They've still got lots of snow, but in the spring the consistency isn't so good by the afternoon, and I think people simply get tired of snowy mountains and want to go to the beach instead.

Semana Blanca!

Tarazona
It would be half-term in the UK, but here it's a few days in February when the schools have a holiday; originally to ski, but this year, for us at least, to go to Zaragoza, see the boys and do some light tourism.
After visiting the new, enormous shopping centre, Puerto Venecia on Wednesday, on Thursday we went to Tarazona.
Last year, the cathedral of that city was re-opened after 30 years' restoration work. Judging by the explicative display in the cloisters, it had been truly ruinous, and while not completely finished, the building is lovely. On the outside it's Mudejar and on the inside Gothic. Very nice.

Cathedral cloister

Outside view of the tower and un-restored portico

The amazing facade of the town hall, early 16th century

Tarazona

The old bull ring!

It was a lovely day. After visiting the cathedral we climbed up the hill to the old city where the Jewish quarter has been restored; old cobbled streets and quaint houses. Tarazona is much improved since the last time we visited!

Belchite

The next day, we really went to see ruins. To Belchite, a village which was devastated during the Civil war, and by Franco's orders, left as a memorial.

You can see from the photos that it is a village which was destroyed more than 70 years ago and has been crumbling ever since. Yes, it's a lesson about the horrors of war, but it would be better to raze the whole thing to the ground and plant trees or something.

Vegetables       

I saw these in Tarazona

Borage

Swiss chard

Cardoon
All perfectly typical winter vegetables in Aragon