|A view from our balcony.|
Benches line either side of the square and restaurants, including Burger King, have outdoor tables and chairs to facilitate people-watching. Birds soar through this man-made cavern, delighting in the fountains and circles of carefully tented grass, trees and flowers, but it is man who dominates the space
Backpackers stride through the area—the train station exit is 200 yards from our apartment entrance—while gray-haired men glide their wheelchairs across the marble tiles that make up the square. The first morning we were here, the music of native Americans playing Peruvian flute songs floated up to our seventh-story windows, and last night we watched a man juggling three sticks of fire in the dusky charcoal sky that comes to southern Spain late in the evening around 10:00.
|Town of Antequara|
|Alfarnate is a popular name!|
On Sunday, Jay and Rob drove us to the town of Antequara, famous for its Moorish castle and many churches, and beyond that to the barren limestone peaks of the Sierra Nevadas where we gaped at the view of vast stretches of farmland and olive groves while the El Torcal musuem detailed the stages required, over millions of years, for the oddly shaped mountains' formations.
|Great ambience, greasy food.|
|View from El Torcal park.|