Continuing through Andalusia, our next stop was Granada, at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Our taxi inched its way through the impossibly narrow cobbled streets of the old Jewish quarter, to our tiny 16th century apartment. The bed took up one entire room! The little bathroom , obviously added at a later date, looked out into a light well in the centre of the building. A few paces across the “relaxing room”, as our host called it, took us to a shuttered door opening above the street. Cosy, but charming. People must have been smaller 500 years ago!
The streets of the old city zigzag uphill from the river, with stairways crossing between them. Across the river, a twenty minute walk away, through forests and gardens, looms the Alhambra, a Moorish citadel, built in the 13th century on an ancient Roman fortress. It was partially converted in 1492, to become the royal palace of the Catholic monarchs, Ferdinand ands Isabella. It was in the Alhambra that Columbus was granted his commission to voyage to America.
Unfortunately, we’d failed to book tickets online in advance, to gain entry to the inside of the Alhambra, but we were able to go on a walking tour, which was impressive enough!
Across the road from our apartment was, you guessed it, another Museum of the Inquisition, sharing space in a medieval building which had been a synagogue!
Granada is a small city and, because of the Alhambra, teeming with tourists. Nonetheless we had a very pleasant couple of days there. All the time I was there, I found myself humming the song “Granada”, made famous by Frank Sinatra, but sooo much better sung by Placido Domingo!