Right Under Our Noses

On our final day, we look closer to home, examining the origins of the Parador Hotel in which we have spent the past three nights. Every nook and cranny is stuffed with reminders of its time as a 'convent' although, as it housed Franciscan monks, we are more inclined to think of it as a monastery. 

Gathering Impressions

Today we wander through the streets of Granada, just gathering impressions, then trying to capture them all as future memories:

Engaging Our Senses

The hotel receptionist has booked morning tickets for us at the Palacio Nazaries and warns us not to be late, 'as the tickets are only valid for 30 minutes' although I suspect something is lost in translation there, as they are actually valid for four hours, but we obediently head across the almost deserted site just before opening time. The signage is not wonderful, and without the long queues, that will form later in the day, to show us the way, we wander round in circles several times before finding what we think is the disabled entrance. A friendly guide takes pity on us and lets us in anyway.

Houston, We Have A Problem...

The cultural - as opposed to socialising - part of the trip begins today. I rise early and pack carefully, checking all the travel arrangements and documents. I have always been the organised (or bossy, depending on your viewpoint) one who looks after that sort of thing, There was this incident, you see, in Edinburgh where Michael temporarily mislaid our return train tickets - and even though it was forty years ago, I've never really forgiven him... but that's another story.