Caceres

Well into the Extremadura now, we stopped at Caceres for some provisioning at the Carrefours and for some skyping at the McDs. A little research suggested Caceres was well worth a longer stop. The free camper-stop was full, but we parked in an over-flow area and moved to the regular area the next day. The next night the camper-stop had 34 vehicles parked, legally, less legally, and otherwise. But the police are usually very tolerant at this time of the year. Caceres has the usual Spanish pedigree: paleolithic settlement, cave paintings, "founding" by the Romans in 25BC, Visigoths, Moors, Reconquista, etc. It is yet another World Heritage Site, largely in view of its well-preserved walled town, often a movie set, which shows little external evidence of development past the 16th century. We did an evening stroll, sticking our heads into churches, artists' coops, restaurants, palazzos, etc., finally ending up at the plaza, where most of the populace appeared to be on this Saturday evening.

A bit of the camper-stop at Caceres; the legal bit

Many great old buildings in the old town,
Moorish and Renaissance especially

Inside one of the churches

One of many towers about town

In the artists' coop

Another church

Interior services

Another Renaissance building and tower

Nearby, a convent

Interesting ceramics on the roof

Street scene

Wall and tower, valley and mountains

So eventually we found our way to the plaza, where
everyone else was; a dragon has just landed

One of Spain's many less-heralded plazas, the town's living
room, nonetheless

Somewhere in my reading of or about Cervantes, I had come
across migas, a beggar's dish of bread crumbs cooked in oil
and maybe flavored with garlic or whatever else was about
to be thrown away; we had seen it on several restaurant
menus, and when we got to the plaza, I had to try it; alas,
this is not the beggar's version; but the jamon and huevos
were good; and my curiosity regarding migas is now
satisfied

Strolling back to the camper-stop