Only one night in Ronda, but I got up early on Tuesday morning to take advantage of the deserted streets at first light. Well, 7:30. Eerie, really. Hardly a soul about, bar the cafe next door where I woke up the matronly cafe owner to ask for an espresso and demand she turned off the… Continue reading The hiss of the espresso machine and the Killers “Human”
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HELP ME RONDA
Mrs RM were discussing the places that have bowled us away over 30 years of travel. Cappadocia, Genoa, Kathmandu and the Annapurnas, Naples, the Blue Lagoon, Havana, the Antrim coast, the blue penguin crossing in Dunedin, Stockport, Venice (the view from the station exit). To that list we unanimously add Ronda, a mountaintop city set… Continue reading HELP ME RONDA
1906 AND ALL THAT
One last look at Cordoba on Sunday night, and then the last leg of the Spanish Saunter, with a long tourist train to Ronda, which you’ll know from the Beach Boys classic. The tourist train required a change at Antequera-Santa Ana station, a modern monstrosity with no facilities and 10 miles from the ancient town… Continue reading 1906 AND ALL THAT
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