Driving through the maze of tiny lanes between the Jewish Quarter and the Cordoba Mosque, frantically looking for an exit from the walled city before we run over a pedestrian or scrape the car against the wall of a house. Perplexed and awed at the schizophrenic nature of the city, as we walk its lanes, seeing Arabic and North African influences everywhere, in the beautiful white houses with blue and white tiled staircases and open, green courtyards, and in the occasional verses of the Quran that are engraved in the buildings, but there are no haunting sounds of the Azan from a nearby mosque. The Roman Bridge, which spans a nearly dry river. . . Priceless!
I wish we had scheduled in more days in the city, as the atmosphere in the walled city is unbeatable. There is more culture squeezed into a tiny lane there than you would find in the whole of Manhattan. And when you walk across the Roman Bridge, and look back at the walled city, it is enough to make anyone an artist.
And I must admit, the shopping looked fantastic. The area seems to specialize in leather goods, since there were many shops selling excellent quality leather backpacks and purses. I have been looking for bags like that for nearly a decade now and this is the first time I have come across them. My mouth was watering every time I saw them. I thought I would get the chance to buy them in Granada as well, but things did not work out that way. I will now have to see if I can somehow find them online. The flamenco dancer figurines were also beautiful, ranging from the souvenier variety to the beautifully sculpted artworks seen in some exclusive galleries. And no shop was complete without the traditional spanish lace fans.
However, I found it perplexing why Indian/Pakistani pashmina shawls, Turkish bowls and Venetian carnival masks were being sold alongside all the Spanish souvenirs.