While walking home from dinner Friday night with Teré near La Alameda de Hercules (with the requisite stop at a nearby ice cream place), we were surprised to come upon a little fair with food tents, souvenirs, speeches and activities, and a couple of children’s rides.
|THE FAIR STARTED AT 8:30 P.M. WE PASSED BY CLOSE TO 11.|
|WE DISCOVERED THAT JERRY AND TERÉ BOTH LOVE BUMPER CARS (COCHES DE CHOQUE).
(NOW WE HAVE TO FIND SOME THEIR SIZE.)
We found a schedule of events, which included raffles, fund-raisers, and a variety of musical performances (we arrived between events and San Geraldo was in a hurry to get his ice cream and get home to bed). The fair was a “velá” which Teré explained is a small festival. This one was called the Velá del Carmen. The Virgin of Carmen is the protector of seaman (that’s men that go out to sea, oh ye with dirty minds).
|HOT TIME IN THE CITY.|
I grabbed some quick photos before I was dragged off kicking and screaming to suffer through a scoop of hazelnut and a scoop of orange ice cream. It was hell. No photos of the ice cream. My hands were full.
|TERÉ SAID THEY PROBABLY WORKED THERE. I ASKED, “WHERE? THE STREET?”
(THAT WAS ONCE A COMMON SIGHT IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD — BUT NEVER SO FESTIVELY DRESSED.)