a shoe cobbler’s still life
Here are some pictures from a recent trip I took to Rioseco, with my friend Manuela and her mum Leo. We spent the week at a farm house Leo grew up in, and is now used as a summer home. The house is located outside the small town of Rioseco. The feel of the town and the house is rustic and unspoiled, so rustic in fact, that they did not get running water or a bathroom in the house until 2000! Oh yeah, and I could not get internet anywhere in the town. If that doesn’t convince you of the “authentically old charm” of the place these photos ought to.
I am fascinated by age and decay, so I was in heaven.
Meet Ignacio, the local shoe cobbler. Shoe Cobbler? That’s what I said too, but Ignacio is a bit more of the town’s “wise man” than he is a shoe cobbler. On just about any day, his shop is as packed as one of the bars or cafes. It seems people may just use the shoes as an excuse to come and hear what he has to say, I know I would. Who gets their shoes resoled anyway?
One of my favorite things about this place (i.e. Europe in general) are the old doors and gorgeous old keys. Stashed away in an oven, I found this pile of beauties. They make me think of my childhood memories reading The Secret Garden. Such charm.
Off to the cemetery, yay… no but really, I love the cemetery.
I was enamored of this tomb, not sure if it came out as interesting as it seemed to me.
Some of my favorite colors
Gah, will the lovely creepiness ever stop.
You can’t expect me not to take a shot like this while in a cemetery, can you?
Ignacio (the cobbler, for those of you with a short memory) insisted that we come out to a church called Castillo Viejo, he got them to give me the run of the place. These photos are taken from behind the altar area, where usually only the priests go. This little room of sheer wonder, is filled with old photos, bones and locks of hair. These trinkets are offerings the villagers have given to the virgin. I was glued to the wall forever just staring at the photos, so much character.
There is so much more, but I am going to keep it simple and just stick with textures in this entry. Hope these resoul your little heart like, they do mine. I just rolled my eyes at myself, how on earth did I ever end up with the sense of humor as a 60 year old man?! Until next time.