Sketches of Spain
On the Paris-Lyon TGV
January 1, 2008
No one speaks English, and everything’s broken…
The horrific sprawl of Madrid gives way to the dry plains of La Mancha, covered in dust and scrub and not much else, save the occasional roadside restaurant or cervezeria with a cipher of old leathery guys out front, or a converted windmill advertising queso. The kilometers peel off at about 160 each hour, and the Beemer runs effortlessly toward
The beach at Puerto Cabopino, blissfully sandy rather than rocky, unusual for the Med—
The forest of columns in the Mezquita of Cordoba, like a scene from Lord of the Rings—
The remarkable setting of Ronda, itself like a Rivendell astride a deep and narrow gorge—
An unexpectedly good meal on the overnight train from
And, finally, the warm pains au chocolat handed to us on a silver tray by the SNCF staff as we staggered, shellshocked and hungry, off that same train--which pulled into Gare d’Austerlitz nine hours late, after an all-night-and-all-the-next-day ordeal involving a breakdown in the middle of nowhere. It was a Small Good Thing, and V said something I never thought I’d hear her say:
But here are some nice pictures from our trip--these are all of the Alhambra in Granada. I have a bunch of others from the rest of Spain but will probably just include some of those in a giant photo-dump post.
Be sure to click on these to see them full-size... the detail is pretty spectacular.