To be in Castro Duro and not visit Don Cæsar Moncada’s house is a veritable crime of lèse-art. Señor Moncada, who is a most intelligent person, has gathered in his aristocratic residence a collection of precious things, old pictures, antiques, sculptures of the XV and XVI Centuries, badges of the Inquisition. Señor Moneada has made a conscientious study of the primitive Castilian painters, and is certainly the person most at home in that line.
His most beautiful wife, who is also a distinguished artist, has aided him in forming this collection, and they have both gone about by automobile through all the towns in this province and the neighbouring ones, collecting everything artistic they found.
At Don Cæsar’s house we had the pleasure of greeting the learned Franciscan Father Martin, to whom the population of Castro Duro owes so much.
At a halt in the conversation we asked Señor Moncada:
“And you, Don Cæsar, have no idea of going back into politics?”
And he answered us, smiling:
“No, no. What for? I am nothing, nothing.”
THE END