Looking west on the main road through Alcubierre; Sierra de Alcubierre in the distance
"... Alcubierre had never been shelled and was in a better state than most of the villages immediately behind the line. Yet I believe that even in peacetime you could not travel in that part of Spain without being struck by the peculiar squalid misery of the Aragonese villages. They are built like fortresses, a mass of mean little houses of mud and stone huddling round the church, and even in spring you see hardly a flower anywhere ..."- Homage to Catalonia, Chapter 2
