Today I’m in the Moorish city of Cordoba visiting its extraordinary mosque. The Iberian and Roman city became the capital of an Islamic caliphate in the Middle Ages. At the end of the 10th century it was the most populous city in the world and the intellectual center of Europe.
Much of the city’s fabric remains and its stunning Roman bridge has been restored, which means that at 5pm on a Sunday evening it was covered in Chinese tourists using their cameras to catalogue everything from litter bins to yoghurt shops.
By nine the town was empty, and it was time to sit in a park and relax beneath the orange trees, watching as roving gangs of middle agree Spanish ladies broke out in spontaneous outburst of song. I love the way Spanish people are capable to forming impromptu singing groups wherever they happen to be standing.
Meanwhile in the UK, it emerged that Cameron had snubbed Hollande and praised Sarkosy, Greece now has Neo-Nazis in parliament and most Londoners will be fleeing the coldest wettest summer since, oh, last year, to avoid the Diamond Jubilee.
Onwards to Granada!