While visiting the churchyard for the Lira horreo, we noticed a small graveyard off in a corner. It was in a depressed corner of the churchyard, so you couldn't see it until you walked down there. How sad.
As we headed home we decided to go a few kms out of our way in order to not repeat the road we took in the morning. This decision took us through the town of Bainos, and rewarded us with a glimpse of a small town festival centered on horse trading. In fields all along the highway leading into town people were inspecting horses.
In the middle of town, traffic slowed to a crawl because coming the other direction was a brass band in resort shirts. Tommy Bahama shirts in the middle of a tiny Galician town.
And finally, one more traffic jam -- or should I say cattle jam, before we made it home.