We stopped for an aperitivo at a local bar at lunchtime and found the owner’s brother busy setting up a belén – the traditional nativity scene complete with stable, inn, and all the activity of the little town of Bethlehem.
The guy was clearly an experienced belenista.
The scene had been allocated something over two square metres of table space and although the basic layout was settled, he was still working out some structural details. The figures were sitting on another table waiting to be put in position.
It turns out that he used to set the nativity scene up at home, but now the kids are getting older they aren’t interested, so his brother decided to find room for it at his hostelry. It would of course be rather more appropriate if it were a posada rather than just a bar-restaurante, but I thought there was a certain poetic balance to the situation.
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