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Not much walking these past two days. The hip whatever has been annoying. I’m stretching. The other day, when it was hurting and I ignored it (which only makes matter worse), I passed through Plaza de San Augustin again. Church construction began in 1328 but it continued to transform through the 16th and 17th centuries. I still haven’t seen inside because, yet again, the doors were locked. They had the mass hours posted but nothing else. And I don’t want to return for mass. So I’ll just keep on trying. The plaza alone is worth the visit. A one-stone-at-a-time paved masterpiece. It’s less than a 15-minute walk from home, a stone’s throw away.
Today I watered the plants. One load of laundry is folded and put away. Another load is drying on the roof. And I will now join San Geraldo for a siesta. The hip likes that.
No he caminado mucho estos dos últimos días. Esa molestia en la cadera ha sido un fastidio. Estoy haciendo estiramientos. El otro día, cuando me dolía y decidí ignorarlo (lo cual solo empeora las cosas), pasé de nuevo por la plaza de San Agustín. La construcción de la iglesia comenzó en 1328, pero el edificio siguió transformándose a lo largo de los siglos XVI y XVII. Todavía no he visto el interior porque, una vez más, las puertas estaban cerradas. Habían puesto el horario de misas, pero nada más. Y no quiero volver para asistir a misa. Así que seguiré intentándolo. La plaza por sí sola merece la visita: una obra maestra pavimentada piedra a piedra. Está a menos de quince minutos a pie de casa; a tiro de piedra.
Hoy he regado las plantas. Ya he doblado y guardado una tanda de ropa; otra se está secando en la azotea. Ahora voy a acompañar a San Geraldo a echar la siesta. A la cadera le viene bien.
• Busto de Ramón Medina, músico, compositor, y periodista. 1891–1964.
• La nieta era muy inquieta. Al principio sonreí, pero la abuela era muy insistente y regañona.
• Enrejados que aún esperan cubrirse de flores. Quizás el año que viene.
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Intricate! Jx
PS Your comment box has gone all weird. It doesn’t give any log-in options until clicking on the “comment” icon, and it now shows “blocks” instead of just free-text…
Jon:
Wordpress didn’t have a clue about the comments problem. They couldn’t replicate it. Here’s hoping it was just a temporary glitch.
<i>regañona</i>… great new word for me, <i>gracias</i> 🙂
What a beautiful <i>plaza</i> that is for you to get to visit. Ahhhhh 🙂
And, yes… as Jon commented, the comment box is different now, and it required me to log in to WordPress with a password… I have zero idea what my WordPress password is. I’ve been using Safari for a long while, with your blog, because it remembered my password. Now, Chrome is working for me, instead, and it needed to send me a new link. I wonder how many commenters will be anonymous, today. Also… grr… it wouldn’t let me edit my name, as I usually do.
Judy C
J Chabot:
It was a new word for me, too. Now we’ll see if either of us can remember it. I’m hoping the commenting was a glitch. I regularly have those same issues with other blogs. No rhyme or reason.
P.S. I’m curious what Jerry cooked up for you two for dinner last night! (And, I see that my HTML code didn’t “take”… it’s a whole new world here in the comment space.)
<i>regañona</i>… pardon me as I do a trial comment to see how to make my html code work… also, I made a new password, and edited my name display. *hugs*Those stone courtyards are beyond beyond. Is there a name for them in Spanish? I’m sure there is.
It’s very rainy here today. I would love to take a nap but since I only got up four hours ago I suppose that would be ridiculous.
Well, just when I thought I was all good in Word Press. That was Senora Luna.
Maria Luna:
I’ve never heard a specific name for the stone mosaics. But, I looked it up and found they’re called enchinado and also, since they’re so famous here, enchinado cordobés. So glad you asked. This will be a word many Spaniards won’t even know I’m sure. The very large fan often used in Flamenca performances is called pericón. That’s the size I bought for Jerry (he has several). However, I haven’t yet met anyone here who knows the word when I say it. They just call them “big fans” (abanicos grandes). I just have to talk to a dancer, I guess. Four hours is plenty of time to be up before a nap. We do that often!
Top photo…EA, those are my initials! I wonder what was in the square on the cat’s chest. What is that tree with the pink flowers?
ellen abbot:
The square is the cover to a utlity box. The smaller portion within it is where the tool is placed to lift it out. The flower is pink trumpet vine. Next time I share the cat, I’ll be sure to credit you as the artist!
So is it a woody vine growing up in a tree or trained into a tree like shape? I did an image search for it and it called it pink trumpet flower vine or bower vine (Pandorea jasminoides). I have what is called a pink trumpet flower vine (more like a shrub) or Port St Johns Creeper but the growth and flowers are a little different. Looked it up too, Podranea ricasoliana, also a fall bloomer.
ellen abbott:
It’s a woody vine growing onto that wire trellis. You can see the wire trellises in other photos. I’m pretty sure it’s Podranea ricasoliana.
That IS a remarkable patio. I hope the hip gets better. Was grandma nagging the kid, or nagging you?
Steve:
Grandma was nagging the kid. The kid was oblivious.
Scenic beautiful pictures as always. But the stone masterpieces are just that!!!! Amazing. Proves anything can become art.
Mistress Borghese:
Exactly. Anything can become art! Spoken by a true artist.
Art underfoot, even. I’d be inclined to jump from plain square to plain square because the others are too nice to walk on. I can remember the Yorkshire name for the game, hitchibay, but I forget the other one.
Liz Adams:
Boud by any other name would still smell as sweet!
I had never heard the word hitchibay (itchy bay) but guessed it was the same as American hopscotch. I looked it up and I had it right!
That’s it. Name escaped me.
Ohhh
I have not been Tomas’s in probably ten years, but I’d go to get inside! I love ancient Catholic churches!
XOXO
Sixpence Nonethewiser:
I do enjoy seeing the work. I have to shut off my moralizing brain when I do.
The hip wants what the hips wants.
That stonework in the plaza is amazing; so much time stone-by-stone.
Bob:
The hip is a royal pain in the ass… well, hip. Better at the moment. Time for another round of stretches.
I love the stonework. Our first year in Sevilla I watched a couple of guys do repairs on a plaza, stone by stone. I was in awe, and that was a very simple pattern. https://movingwithmitchell.com/2012/01/22/making-improvements/
That’s Bun
John going gently:
Charming.
That’s bun !,,,
Love the stone mosaic of the cat!!!!! Is that one being newly created now, or is it an existing one that is being repaired?
Debra:
The cat is not new and it’s in need of some repair to the stones on the utility box lid. But that’s an interesting question. I wonder if these designs are replaced over the years or repaired.
The stone plaza’s mosaic is mind boggling………..the work involved and the materials/stones needed is hard to imagine. Just wonderful! Thanks for sharing this.
Now, get that hip back to where it should be. Take care.
I never tire of these stone patios. They’re everywhere.
You would be a good mosaic artist. Give it a try.
The stone mosaics are beautiful — love the cat one! It reminded me of of an ancient Roman courtyard recently discovered that had individual animal mosaics and one was a rabbit!
Tundra Bunny:
I hadn’t noticed the cat one before. It even has whiskers.