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From the Alameda gardens we walked through the ruins of an old settlement within the large Alhambra fortress. By now the sun was warming us and people were streaming into the fortress grounds. The ruins reminded me of the ruins at Bahrain Fort in the shape, dense distribution and layout of the rooms.
On Saturday evening we sat on the verandah of our hotel, enjoying a drink and a most delicious tortilla with other tapas. A British retiree at the table next to us started talking as he worked his way through a bottle of wine. As he became drunker, he moved progressively closer to me and waved his arms in the air as he talked, until I felt penned in and finally asked Patrice if we could go for a walk to get away from him. We walked part of the way towards Granada from our hotel near Alhambra and it was tranquil and cool. When we returned to the hotel he was still sitting on the verandah, finishing the last of the bottle and we hurried past. The next day in Alhambra we repeatedly saw him and walked fast to avoid getting caught in another long soliloquy and to avoid his licentious hands.
Inside the fortress at Alhambra is the partially intact hammam (Arab bath-house) with many rooms. The roof in the main room is lovely, with big star-shaped holes.
We didn’t take a tour or listen to an audio tour and there were not any signs explaining what we were seeing. In retrospect I should have read about it before I went there! Instead we wandered around and appreciated the aesthetics.
We didn’t rush through the ruins of the fortress and by good fortune finished 20 minutes before our allocated time to enter Alhambra Palace. We joined the beginnings of a queue and waited like cats, soaking up the glorious sunshine, while trying to guess the nationalities of the people around us.
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