Pics of Toledo

At last, what you’ve all been wait­ing for: 

Walk­ing up the hill from my pen­sion to Plaza Zocodover at 10 in the even­ing, this is what I see.

This is the covered street that inspired some of the lines in the Ciudad de las Tres Cul­turas poem. See the lan­terns? And you can just make out the green vines hanging from the windows.

In the even­ings, while it’s still stink­ing hot and as light as day­light, I’m occa­sion­ally going down to the Alcan­tara bridge side of the city which is shaded and slightly (but not much) cooler, and read­ing on the banks of the Rio Tajo. This is the view from the top of the bridge:

And this is my rough com­pos­ite of what I see when I’m sit­ti­ing by the riverside:

My other hang-out at the moment, apart from the funky El Ambigú bar, is the Plaza de San Roman, where the guy from that first night took me. You may appre­ci­ate this, the_christian. The statue in the middle is of a poet, Gar­cilaso de la Vega. In one hand he holds a quill. Under the other arm, some kind soul has tucked a bottle of whisky.

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More pics of the plaza here: 1|2|3

And finally, the Mor­rocan shop. This is what I want my loun­ge­room to look like. I think the next birth­day will be a Mor­rocan themed party. I’m ser­i­ously temp­ted to just get on a train south and go to Tangi­ers. Appar­ently it’s only a 15 minute ferry from the south of Spain…