![]() The Tales of the Alhambra is something of a hodgepodge. And now, here I was, face to face with the same literary giant who hung over my childhood, who had also managed to cast his spell over this magnificent palace. I’d spent the previous week racing through the book in preparation for my visit. So imagine how it felt, after moving across an ocean, to see the name “Washington Irving” hanging above a door in the Alhambra: “Washington Irving wrote in this room his Tales of the Alhambra.” It was as if some circuit had been closed, some cycle had been completed. My high school football team were the Headless Horsemen. The house where I grew up is just 500 feet from Irving’s grave in the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery-quite a modest grave. ![]() We visited his beautiful house, Sunnyside, on a field trip. The name “Washington Irving” has haunted me since I was a boy. To the traveler imbued with a feeling for the historical and poetical, so inseparably intertwined in the annals of romantic Spain, the Alhambra is as much an object of devotion as is the Caaba to all true Moslems. Tales of the Alhambra by Washington Irving In the Heat: Elche… on Alicante & the Island of…Ģ023: New Year… on In the Heat: Elche & … Jaca: A Slightly Uns… on A Highly Unsuccessful Jou… ![]() Reflections on Readi… on Ancient Cities: Istanbul ![]()
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