Poets and gypsies

Thursday Doors: Granada, Spain

I’ve often lost myself,
in order to find the burn that keeps everything awake …

– Federico García Lorca

Iglesia de San Gil y Santa Ana.

Somewhere in Albaicín, I think.

There are places where the connection is instant. Even before you get to the “interesting” streets, you know you’re going to like the town. And then there are places where you have an omnipresent impression you can feel, almost taste its complex and multifaceted history. Granada was both, (not just) two in one. Thanks to the magnificent Alhambra palace, of course (that’s for another post), all the views of and off it, yet that’s just a part of it. The opposite hill, first the Muslim and then the gypsy quarter (where houses are actually caves…), are street lover’s paradise. Again, not doing justice at all to all the beautiful doors you can find around here, these are from the historical center, too.

Opposite the cathedral.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

– Federico García Lorca *

* Born and killed in the area.