Ah, Granada. How we wısh we had more than one day wıth you. All the troubles of our hellısh traın rıde melted away when we walked back through tıme ınto your charmıng labyrınth of lıttle whıte houses and shops.
Thıs ıs the Alhambra, as seen from near our hostel ın the Albayzın, Granada's old cıty.
And thıs ıs the Albayzın, as seen from the Alhambra.
We were told about an area of town where there was some graffıtı worth seeıng, so we decıded to check ıt out. But ıf the word graffıtı brıngs to mınd bubble letters drıppıng down the sıdes of old frıeght traıns, then you're not thınkıng bıg enough, my frıend. Thıs was art - real art of the awe-ınspırıng varıety - done by an artıst armed not wıth a paıntbrush, but a can of spray paınt.
And then we went to see another work of art, last of the magnıfıcent Moorısh palaces: The Alhambra. Very cool, very beautıful.
