Midnight in the Village : Random #8
The sweet, slow rhythm of village life. The buildup to one night in July, viewed with anticipation by the village children, the elders, and especially the bakery/shop attendant, who lives a double life as a forest-residing witch. Well into the night, we walked with a couple hundred of the other residents through the forests, where we ran into mermaids, mountain people, sneaky Basque peasants and witches.
It was nearly midnight when we finished, and no one was tired. Everyone gathered in the village square, where cider was passed and tables were laden with marmitako and tortilla for all.
Photo #10,379 of 11,309 photos. Randomly selecting one every day this month for a little thing called National Blog Post Month. See what memories it conjures up of my life here in San Sebastián.