Last weekend, I went to a smoked sausage Festival that took place in a tiny village called Aranhas (Spiders, in English) close to the border with Spain. The event highlighted the flavours of the village that were typical by the end of January.
Traditional music, show cooking, street entertainment and folk songs were all parts of the festival. However, the most waited moment was the parade at which local people of every age, holding sticks with various sorts of smoked sausages – locally produced by hand - walked along the narrow streets up to a stage on which the sausage auction took place.
It attracted people from nearby villages and also from Spain, making the village waking up from a long lasting sleep that’s prevalent in the remaining months of the year.
Visitors had the chance to taste/buy different types of sausages from stalls scattered at various spots. Many villagers opened their doors and improvised spaces to sell sweets and handicrafts, while a 90 year-old woman, the only artisan that works with a shuttle loom, had improvised a tiny shop where we saw assorted vintage wares that she had collected over her lifetime. At a rustic place, I had a snack. The walls exhibited portraits of local characters, while spoons made out of olive tree wood and holm oak wood were on sale.
A man playing to me his melody on fife was the cherry on the top of the cake...
TWO COMIC CHARACTERS WHO INTERACTED WITH PEOPLE ON THE STREETS
THE AUCTION
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