Montamarta was not an inspiring town, but the exit had a couple of nice points – the Mesón Rosamari was open for breakfast, and then this edifice appeared on the hill.
More walking… a few hours pass, and this appeared on the horizon so I detoured a few hundred metres to explore, relax and figure out how to take panorama shots. It is Castrotorafe, from 12th century.
Passing through a small village, I saw the local women cleaning up the things (what are they called? Floats?) for the night’s procession.
More same old, same old…
Finally into Granja (population under 300) in time for Good Friday mass and procession.
Seeing Clarely 
You may call it “same old same old” but that is a gorgeous picture! And I knew I could count on you to get the spelling right for Castrotorafe, I’ve been messing it up for years! Buen camino, Clare!
The “same old same old” was somewhat tongue in cheek, of course!
🙂 And I thought we were on the same end of the “extremely literal” spectrum.