you can find just about anything here- new furniture, second hand clothes (including VERY large womens underwear), beautiful ceramics, politcally incorrect records, all types of weaponry, decorative fans, you name it.
do you need a didgeridoo? El Rastro has it.
abanicos galore
need a gas mask or two? El Rastros got you covered.
need a gas mask or two? El Rastros got you covered.
little old woman playing a mysterious instrument and adding awesomeness to the ambiance of El Rastro
because these are completely necessary...
look closely and you will see one of the rows is marked "Black Music."
its always been one of my great fears to run out of horns. thank you, El Rastro, for putting an end to this fear. what a relief.
its a good idea to follow a morning at El Rastro with some chocolate y churros...
... but BEWARE- this stuff is deadly, and you will most likely die a very painful and horrible death if you eat it on an empty stomach.
FACT: the number one cause of death to Americans in Spain is chocolate y churros on an empty stomach.
i learned this lesson the hard way, and i will NEVER make the same mistake again.
so, maybe Chantal was right about El Rastro, but it really is a fun way to spend a Sunday morning. there is so much to take in, it overwhelms the senses- color, music, people, noise, sunshine.
i am thankful for yet another beautiful glimpse into the Spanish people and their way of life. what a precious, precious gift this time here truly is. Thank You, Lord.
i love you, friends. come visit El Rastro with me.
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did they take you into a little shop where a small and slightly creepy asian man introduced you to the Mogwai? Remember, don't feed them after midnight and don't expose them to water!
that chocolate y churros reminds me of the best cup of hot chocolate i've ever had... at the fairway cafe, w 75th & broadway, nyc. a.m.a.z.i.n.g.
Yeah Gremlins!
First... the swords were definitely necessary. If I were rich, I would have purchased one at the cat-pee store.
Second... I managed to smuggle my leftover chocolate back in that dasani bottle without airport security hassling me over the container. I probably could have smuggled Baileys back in my camera case. Oh well.
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