Day 5: The Alhambra and a plan for the high Sierra

Posted: February 29, 2012 by tallbloke in Photography, Travel

The Alhambra is a world famous site on a hill at the edge of Granada. It consists of a sandstone fortress encompassing a range of Moorish palaces, monumental buildings from the 13th to 18th centuries, and the fabulous garden of Generalife. I keep coming back here, but for Kath, it was a first, and I enjoyed seeing her delight and wonder. Here are a few shots from our visit.

The Alcabazar, a huge sandstone fortress

The Palace of Charles V: Stand in the centre and whisper. Your voice comes back magnified

The Nazarine Palace of the Lions: proportion and elegance in perfection

The decorative plasterwork of this domed ceilñing has to be seen to be believed

The decorative plasterwork of this domed ceiling has to be seen to be believed

The Fortress towers and the Albaçin district from the Realife Gardens

Detail of the columns and arches of the Realife palace

And a statue of Washington Irving!

Tomorrow we are up before dawn to catch the early bus up to the Ski Village. From there we hope to hop a ski lift or two until we are up near the summit of Pico Valeta. If all goes well we will walk to Trevelez via the old military road under the summit of Mulhaçen. It might be a day or two before the next update. Hopefully, the photos will be worth the wait! 🙂

  1. tchannon says:

    Wish I was there.

  2. Ed says:

    Wish I was there, too.

  3. tallbloke says:

    Tim, put up a gone fishing sign and ring Ryanair. 🙂

  4. TG McCoy says:

    Me too- but I have to look at Northwest/United/American..
    likely Sea-Tac to Heathrow.then Spain.
    Here’s a PDF about Washington Irving’s History of the Alhambra.

    Click to access irvng001.pdf

    He was Ambassador to Spain….

  5. orkneylad says:

    Andres Segovia: “A Place of Dreams”

    One day, I will get there . . . .

  6. tchannon says:

    Segovia carried on almost to the end, continued giving recitals here in England, some outside of the monotonously city only events practiced by art.
    It was painful watching an old man’s frustration with his body. He could still play but having seen him a few years earlier was sad, it needed patience on the part of the audience. I don’t remember much other than wanting to get out of the hall and town, about me not him.

  7. Bebben says:

    Wonderful. I was there in nineteen eighty… two I think. Spent a week in Granada in good company, then moved on to Sevilla…