Granada: A place where I could pass each day strolling the streets, reading books, and eating.
The base of one of a few walks up to the Alhambra
Walking alongside the Darro river in the early morning, up toward the Albaicín
Walls as canvases
Don't vote for anyone. No one will make things any better.
One of my favorites: Disappearing line of cars
A throwback
Whose?
These banners, among others, protesting measures to protect the Albaicín neighborhood, a World Heritage site. The banner on the upper left reads, and I paraphrase, "According to the city, this is a neighborhood for visiting, not for living."
But still I went, hurtling myself down the neighborhood's narrow cobblestone streets and steps, praying for a flat stretch or, better yet, a restroom.
Taking a break by the river, with views of the Alhambra to my left
My first meal in Granada: Revueltos con espárragos, i.e. scrambled eggs with asparagus. One of those dishes that tasted ten times better than what you could imagine based on the name alone.
Trying some falafel for a change
Or maybe this place, sitting in front of the legs of jamón.
With a glass of vermut (vermouth), a popular drink, it seemed. Seen here with cola.
But my personal favorite was this spot, where a handful of men tended to a long bar of hungry patrons demanding their tapas and drink. At this point in my trip, I had no problem squeezing in through the crowd and making a space for myself at the bar, even helping a few people order from the menu.
Like many or most tapas places in Granada, each drink order came with a free tapa. Like this mussel.
But I preferred ordering off the menu for tastier bites, like manchego cheese or jamón with peppers.
I loved Granada.
