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bloody cold in the morning. had to make sure we got to alhambra in time for our 10:30 entrance to the palacios nazaries. it was exquisite. the fine detail, the delicacy and beauty of repetition. the honeycomb structure, the pursuit of tranquil and meditative perfection. hard to find with other tourists and school groups around. took forever for composed shots to be clear of people and then that didn’t always happen. in the meanwhile, making a nuisance of oneself.
the alcazaba was just plain and stolid after the nazaries. generalife would have been at its best in summer but hedges still pleasant. unfortunately, parts under restoration. couldn’t find royal baths to my chagrin. decided to make for pl. san miguel bajo for lunch. took bus but dropped at wrong stop. promptly got lost in the maze of streets. glad we made it within lunchtime. had grilled sole at RG recommended mason yunque. fish just grilled with olive oil and garlic and sprinkled with lemon juice. excellent.
weather just ridiculously hot form morning low. had ice cream after which came in a scooped out orange.
back to hostal austria to shift to room with shower and toilet. for the first time ever!
wandered about town, bought 2 more rolls of film at el corte ingles. had chocolate and strawberry gelato. sent off k’s postcard.
dinner at restaurant leon (RG). consomme rather strange, breaded pork chop not bad. fruit of the season was an orange.
back to alhambra for the night visit. another €7. it’s great as night cos so few people go. can enjoy the intricacies at a leisurely pace unless of course you’re busy snapping away.
nose acting up all night. looking forward to popping another anti-histamine for a good night’s sleep.