From the hillside into the courtyards
Granada, Spain — Palace and fortress complex.
Look up from the foot of the hill first.
The path up has tree shade, and the wall appears in stretches through the trees — earth-red, with square merlons, giving no hint of its size inside. The gateways are none of them wide; pass one and the light changes. Reach the side that overlooks the city and below is a dense slope of white houses, the Sierra Nevada far off. Wind rises from the valley, a little cooler than in town.
Enter the palace courtyards and the sound changes first. Water runs from a narrow channel into a pool, the only continuous noise anywhere. A colonnade stands around the walls on slender columns whose capitals spread upward, and beneath the eaves is dense stucco carving. The worn floor throws a reflection that doubles the columns in length. Pass through a dim hall and you suddenly stand in a bright court — the eyes need a moment — and further in, the small niches hanging from the dome cut the light into many pieces.






