My Andalusian adventures continued in Granada…
We left Seville in a rented white BMW. After a short stop in the ancient Roman hilltop town of Carmona for an espresso and a brief poke around its fortified Seville Gate, I pointed the nose east across an open country of low rolling hills and olive groves.
I miss taking road trips since I relocated to Malta. The roads are cramped there, the driving is hectic and it’s always clogged with traffic. But in Spain we could pick up some coffee, put on some music, and just sit back and coast as the land unrolled like a film.
Granada is located at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains, and the road got hilly towards the end of the 3 or 4 hour drive. Like Seville, it’s a city of beautiful Islamic architecture.
We already talked about the Moorish conquest of Spain in an earlier blog on Seville, so I won’t rehash that here. Click back to the earlier instalment if you missed that bit of history and need to catch up.
Rather than blather — how’s that for alliteration? — I want to share some photos with you.
My main interest on this trip was the Umayyad, Almoravid and Almohad history of Andalucia. And so of course the big Granada attraction had to be the Alhambra.
This incredible hilltop “palace city” took on most of the form we see today in the 13th and 14th centuries.
It consists of several separate zones: a defensive zone called the Alcazaba, a residential and state zone made up of the incredible Nasrid Palaces, and a pleasure palace, garden and orchards called the Generalife, built on the other side of a deep ravine.
A lot of the architecture, design detail and intricate plaster work is quite similar to what you’ll find in the Alcazar in Seville. It’s the setting that makes the Alhambra so incredible. Built on the crown of a small plateau on the southeastern edge of the city, it has vast cartographic views of Granada and the surrounding countryside.
The Alhambra truly is a microcosm, a world of its own behind high stone walls. As I wandered among its trees, flowers, plants and fountains, I could almost forget the tourists and groups, and picture myself a Nasrid sultan.
Now if I could only remember where I left my harem…
Photos ©Tomoko Goto 2013