There is never a dull moment in Parque Calderon. Today Jim and I sat there for awhile to rest between two markets on opposite sides of downtown. While we were sitting there we had great people watching opportunities. Apparently there was some sort of girl's school "do" going on at the cathedral. We saw lots and lots of school girls in red plaid skirts and 3 or 4 school buses waiting outside the cathedral. Also seen were spanish senoritas of about 6 years old. We saw several groups of nuns, like these, and I was wondering if they might be the teachers, as they seemed to be part of the event with the girl's school at the cathedral.
One of my favorite sites in Parque Calderon are the horses awaiting photo ops.
I watched these from afar for quite some time. Nearly everyone who passes these horses gives them a pat on the muzzle. They are well loved horses.
This girl really got into the posing for the camera.
After our rest, Jim and I walked to the far side of the square where we saw real horses lined up. This usually indicates the beginning or ending of a parade.
This group had a large angel in tennis shoes (he looked to be in his late teens),
He had to be helped onto the horse because of the long train of satin material he had.
There was also this gladiator type guy.
And this wee spanish senorita.
Her father was so proud, he encouraged her to pose for me. After I walked away he and his wife were fitting a large tiara on her.
Jim and I went on and did some other shopping, had coffee, and maybe an hour later took the bus back home. On our way home, we saw all these same folks parading on the other side of the river.
Later, after resting at home, Chuck went shopping at the Coop across the river and soon called Nancy on the cell phone to tell her there was a parade coming right in front of him. Nancy and I raced out of the house to see the parade, different from the one Jim and I had seen. The locals who were washing clothes in the river stopped to watch as well.
Though this was a very small parade, we were thrilled to see the women dancing in traditional costume.
And we have no idea of the significance of these hooded guys.
In Cuenca, you just never know when a parade (or two) is around the corner!
Audrey
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