Cordoba didn't make you work for its delights. Bus station and boom, city centre. I wasn't really expecting a proper city centre. I was sort of expecting a minor settlement next to some old stuffs. But no, proper city.
There was old stuffs though. Cordoba does a good winding medieval street, even if a lot of them have been somewhat filled with tourism. There's an Alcazar. And a Roman bridge. And a whole heap of other histories.
And then there's the mosque. A building so old it makes the Alhambra seem like a pup. Plenty of people have written about it, so I'll just say it's pretty good and leave you to judge for yourself.
Before we leave Cordoba, it's worth having a quick chat about the food:
Oxtail - delicious, but you have to gnaw it off the bone like a medievaller otherwise you miss the juiciest bits. Messyfacetastic.
Aubergine - deep fried and covered in sugar cane syrup. Turns out these are a thing. Get in my face crispy sweet vegetables.
Flamenquin - wrap Iberian ham in pork, dunk it in batter then deep-fry it? You had me at Iberian.
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