Covents and biscuits.

Monday we went to la Macarena to visit an old covent. The myth says that these nuns are not allowed to go out of their covent nor see anybody from the outside world. They earn a living by making sweets and selling them to the public...

We arrive after 2 hours of walking (bit further than I thought) to this magnificent building. We ring the  door bell, the nun answers and tells us to go through the first two doors go along the path and turn right and through the second door. It was a sort of treasure hunt. We enter the immaculate patio. There was no one to be seen nor any open doors so we wonder round pretty lost. They must have lots of fun seeing all the tourists come in, getting lost and looking really quite stupid.

Finally our waiting in the sun in a dead covent ordeal was over. A nun calls us over and through a little door. There she stood behind a counter, it was dark and we could barely see her. We were separated by sort of wooden bars. We order our biscuits (almond an lemon biscuits that were so delicious, I can't even find a word). We put the money on a little tray that turns and gives her the money... Then she puts the biscuits in the tray twists the whole mechanism and off we go...

It was all quite fun and the biscuits were utterly delicious.