Plaza de España, March 2017. I’ve been living and traveling around the world for over fifteen years now, but I’ve never seen anything quite like the incredible Plaza de España in Seville. Situated in the city’s gorgeous Maria Luisa Park, this staggering renaissance/neo-Moorish style structure stands in a league of its own in terms of scale and ballsy grandeur. A semi-circular brick structure with a tower at each end; it stands guard over a five hundred meter canal crossed by four bridges. The entire thing was built especially for the Ibero-American Exposition of 1929, to showcase Spain’s industry and technology exhibits.
Entrance Gate, April 2017. “Seen one cathedral, seen them all!” I overheard an American tourist say as I strolled through the historical centre in Seville. I’m not sure I agree. I have never been nor will I ever be anything approaching religious. And yet whenever I’m on my travels I always take the time to stop by the local churches, basilicas and cathedrals. I like the quiet more than anything else, the weighty sense of history and the incredible art. I’ve seen a bucket load of churches over the years and I always feel like each new one brings something different. Seville’s Cathedral is an immense old structure; one of the largest Christian churches in the world. The queues that form at this entrance gate can get crazy, winding all the way around the structure and out of sight. I got there on a Saturday morning about half an hour ahead of opening time to find a hundred or so people ahead of me.
Patio de la Monteria, March 2017. Much like The Alhambra in Granada, a great deal of Seville’s tourism revolves around its amazing royal palace. With its architecture dating back to a succession of distinctive eras, it feels like there’s a surprise around every corner, with Moorish (11th to 12th century), Gothic (13th century), Mudejar (14th century) and Renaissance (15th-16th century) sections of the complex. This shot is of the palace’s main courtyard, where King Peter I and his posse used to meet before setting off on local hunting expeditions.
Kairouan, March 2017. I really have been spoilt here recently in the south of Spain. Camino Del Rey is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen; Ronda has that amazing gorge and Granada boasts The Alhambra. Although ever so slightly in the shadow of its neighbors, Córdoba’s main draw is The Mezquita, the world’s third largest mosque. Rather than suffer a tedious two hour forty-five minute bus journey, I opted for the pricier sixty-minute bullet train from Malaga. Having focused all my pre-trip research on The Mezquita, on arrival I was blown away with how gorgeous the city itself is! This charming street sums up the vibe nicely, a cobbled stretch that runs alongside the walls of the historical centre. Illuminated by the afternoon sun, you can also see The Puerta de Almodovar Gate, the entrance point to the old town.
Paseo Real, January 2017. Affectionately known as The Florence of Andalucía, the Spanish town of Antequera is just an hour’s drive from Malaga city. I arrived by bus in the early morning, just in time to catch the tail end of sunrise. This is Paseo Real, Antequera’s pretty tree-lined promenade. In the background you can see Estepa Gate, a brick and red stone archway that stands as the entrance to the old town.
Church Of Santa Maria La Mayor, January 2017. With a population of just over forty thousand, there are an astonishing number of churches in Antequera, over thirty according to Lonely Planet. Of all these structures, The Church of Santa Maria La Mayor is Antequera’s most celebrated. Located high up on an expansive square at the foot of the town fortress, it was built between 1530 and 1535 and was Andalucía’s first Renaissance church. Continue Reading »
Town Walk, October 2016. A visit to the south of Spain invariably conjures up daydreams of blue skies, golden sands, rolling waves and mouth-watering bowls of tapas; accompanied perhaps by a blood-red glass of Tinto (wine) or a cheeky caña (little beer). Equally, balmy images of pristine whitewashed villages also reign supreme. And while there’s plenty of these communities to choose from; you’d be hard pushed to find a place whiter, or indeed more washed than the gorgeous little village of Frigiliana. Located on the side of a mountain seven kilometers north of the town of Nerja, you can take the bus from the town centre. But if you happen to visit on a Sunday, as I did, you’ll need to stump up twelve Euros for a taxi. In any case it’s totally worth it, especially when you catch that first glimpse of the town through the trees.