Scanned from an old slide.
My brother-in-law's pueblo in the Valley of the Jerte, famous for its cherries. This was taken in July 1982. The town has much expanded since then. My sister was married in the church there in 1983.
We didn't enjoy this town. It was filthy, smelly, the people seemed surly, building repairs were of the corrugated iron type and yet it prided itself as a tourist hotspot.
No, it was resting on long forfeited laurels. And indeed, a visit in 1983 had been very pleasing. No longer. The place had let itself down badly in the meantime.