The infamous windmills of Don Quixote de la Mancha
(or some that look just like them)
Granada, the city in the hills of which the Alhambra is located, is a lovely, lovely place. Unfortunately, its beauty will always be second to the spectacular gardens and miraculously well-preserved carvings of the Moorish fortress that sits above it.
But I enjoyed Granada itself just as much as the Alhambra - with it's hundreds of tiny hidden pomegranates, the armies of hippie college students, the endless clouds of marijuana smoke wafting down the street, and the unbridled enthusiasm we heard coming from every bar every time ther ewas a Spain game. It's a pretty, friendly, tasty city that welcomes its tourists with open arms.
Two things that struck me in particular were the street signs - white ceramic painted in blue, often with a little decoration, and the incredibly variety in styles of windows, so I took plenty of photos of each.
Because I had so many pictures of Granada that I didn't include with those of the Alhambra (because I had so many of those too!) I've put together a second Weekly(ish) Photo Essay, just to highlight some of the lovely aspects of Granada that I imagine get often overlooked.
The highway from Madrid to Granada that cuts through La Mancha is decorated with the occasional giant Bull billboard.
Just in case Spaniards forget what their national animal is.
The olive groves are almost geometrical in their perfection
The street posts are little pomegranates
A private garden - shot through a gate
Carmen of the Ducks
Night time celebrations in the street
The courtyard of our hotel, with its picturesque lemons sitting on the well
Pomegranates hiding in the fountain
the courtyard of a college dorm. seriously.
High Air Street