I visited Córdoba, a cold month of December, of which year I do not want to remember, taking advantage of the days of blessed business provided by the Constitution Bridge.

I had many dreams in my head, because not in vain, Córdoba is a city considered, very justly, by the way, as a World Heritage Site, and I wanted to get drunk and let myself go voluntarily for its ancient goblin.

Like any good delicacy, to a city like Córdoba, you have to learn to taste it little by little, without haste, but as incongruous as it may seem, also without pause.

One of the unforgettable details and that is part of the peculiar charm of this ancient Caliphate kingdom, is, do not fit any doubt, your Calleja de las Flores.

Nestled very close to the mosque-cathedral and forming a primary part of the Jewish Quarter, Lane of Flowers is a poem to beauty, which would be a real sin not to visit.

Narrow, to the point that two people can barely cross each other without touching each other, it is a sense of glory to see the floral decoration that floods both of them, an alley that finally flows into a small courtyard, at whose corner a traditional bookstore shows with Pride to the visitor, the old well, which made in the Middle Ages by Muslim alarifes, seems to whisper legendary stories to everyone who curiously looks inside.

Since my visit, as I said, took place in December, on the eve of Christmas, the flowers were typically from this time and wished, from their colorful silence, that fraternal embrace, waiting to be replaced in spring, when the street, Like almost all Cordovan courtyards, it looks like an extraordinary garden.

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