I fell in love with Toledo all over again tonight. Sick of the tourists, I decided to walk down the other side of the city, and see the other bridge, the Puente de San Martin. It’s even more beautiful down there, and I discovered that there’s a path by the riverside that goes all the way around the city to my bridge, the Puente de Alcantara [Pics: 1 | 2 | 3]. It took me two hours, but it was stunning, breathtaking. I found a spot secluded and dangled my feet from a fallen log into the river. I saw the remains of roman stones in the middle. I saw an old punt, its metal line still stretched across the banks. I saw geese. Best of all, I did not see a single tourist.
