PLEASE GIVE THE INDIVIDUAL PICS A CLICK….THEY LOOK SO MUCH BETTER IN THEIR OWN WINDOW
When here in Spain, Baza is our nearest city….. though with less than 25.000 inhabitants of which a good proportion still work the land, you’re going to be disappointed if you’re looking for ‘Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll’…..I’m more of a ‘Kiss on the Cheek,(face of course), Vino and Flamenco’ kinda guy and I love it…(but each to his own).
It goes back a bit…..Settled in pre-historic times it was subsequently founded as a city by the Iberians in the 4th century B.C. and named Basti. The Romans stuck with the name and at one point it had a good 50,000 inhabitants and was one of three main Granadan cities. Very little of its former splendour is extant, but the back streets of the Moorish old town are an atmospheric place to walk in the early evening, and the seasoned adventurer can still unearth the occasional gem.
The old Moorish Alcazaba, really needs to be searched for…A few bits of wall and an occasional watchtower are dotted around the town, while a single, tiny, ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ sign, points to the ‘Antigua Alcazaba’, the last (sadly unloved) bit of pillared courtyard.
At first, it seems hardly worth picking through the broken glass and dog shit, but give it a few moments…… squint a little and imagine the sound of water playing in the long dry fountain, and then above it all. the musical call of the Muezzin……Yeah, now you get it, worth the climb..
My own favourite tourist attraction, ‘Tit House’…………Honestly, you couldn’t make it up…… Strange people the Spanish.
But attractions aside, the old town is positively dripping atmosphere, and in the early evening when the colours soften, every inch is a photo opportunity.
All Images Copyright Stuart Allan Hyde