I never posted photos from a preschool excursion to the village of Los Molinos. Lying between Madrid and Segovia, “Mills” is only about an hour from Madrid on the cercanias train. It’s worth a morning of poking around if you’re making your way through to Cercedilla on cercanías or, even better, possess your own four wheels.
Last of the summer vine
Think the running of the bulls is confined to Pamplona? Think again; these temporary barriers made a short-n-safe appearance for the town’s annual bull-run (“el encierro“).
Take me out to Ball Game Street
The main square was festooned only for the festival; the bunting came down an hour after I snapped this shot.
The town hall, in similar dress
There’s no need to wonder why the slaughterhouse was perched on the edge of town
Another view of the mountains
Even the street sweep had a quaint nature
This fruteria also sold flowers, wine, and other date-worthy accessories
A chuches pitstop, anyone?
The majority of residences were houses, not apartments, and thus came with leafy open spaces. The fresh air went down nice and easy, and I arrived back to Madrid energized for starting the school year.