Nothing beats a walk in the big city (the only big city). A flare that is true to the worldly stigma that so many New Yorkers take for granted. I have been to the city a few times this summer, most recently to a Yankee game and for a great day walking around midtown. All shots were taken with a Lensbaby Composer lens, which is as fun as it is tedious to work with.
Walking inside a church was one of my favorite things to do while living and traveling abroad. Each structure has its own identity, lighting, and occupants. The Cathedral of Malaga was no different. Dubbed “The One Armed Lady” only one of its two towers was completed, it was a great place to look up, escape the heat, and think.
The Bullring in Ronda is one of the main highlights of any trip to the city. I do not know how big it was in terms of bullring standards but there seemed to be a lot of room to maneuver if you are running away from an annoyed toro. The Museum inside was very nice, and showcased the history and art of the sport. The most impressive part of the bullring were the tiles in between the steps to the grandstand. They can only be appreciated by someone walking through the bullring at a Spanish pace, and they are amazing.
As the old meets the less old, Ronda is a small city in Southern Spain that is home to the Puente Nuevo, a bridge that splits the city. Ronda was a celebration of the Spanish lifestyle, siestas were king, as well as the entire city shutting down on Sunday, regardless of how many tourists were lurking around. Ronda is a place to go to bust out the ole’ typewriter and try to figure out your inner Hemingway.