"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity..." --John Muir, 1898

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Day 11: Ronda

On to Andalucía and the white hill town of Ronda.  I saved this small, picturesque town until last to enjoy a respite from the chaos of the cities, something I've regretted not doing on past trips to Europe.

Overlook to the whitewashed
houses in the New Town.
I arrived in Ronda after about 3 hours.  The
grand-
motherly lady at the hotel was kind to me, speaking slowly and deliberately, and praised my attempts at speaking her language.

A tower along the city's wall.
After a nap, I strolled the streets of Ronda until dark, walking on and beside the medieval walls of the city, inside ruins of towers, through ancient gates and over cobblestone streets, always with the beautiful countryside and mountains in view.

Sunset in Ronda.
I ended the evening in the midst of a surprising sunset, overlooking the valley below the town and the mountains in the distance.




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More images from the Day



View from a parapet above the Almocábar Gate in Old Town.

Archway from part of the old wall near the Almocábar Gate.

A view to Puente Viejo (Old Bridge).

Evening view of the countryside with the Gate of Philip V at the top right.
This gate was the entrance to the walled city for centuries.

View to the whitewashed houses from the city wall.

Old Town perched on a cliff near the Puente Nuevo.

Sunset and gazebo on one of many overlooks.


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